rock rock rockaway beach for me
heartbreak heartbreak hotel for you

last night i went to see trembling blue stars, but i was late and missed half of the songs.� i was never a big fan of bob wratten.� everyone: "hey where've you been?!� you never call or write... are we still friends or what?"� me: "i'm sorry..."� anyway, i only had one drink at the show, because i thought you might be there and i'd better be sober so i could make a good impression.� but you weren't.� then i went over to ed & jill's haus, where we ate crackers and played beat mania, which had these really great turntable-shaped controllers.� then we went to the beach, down by the great highway and the cliff house, to watch the falling stars.� it was very pretty.� ed and jill, dan and heather from, and these other people, on the beach at 3am going "ooh!� whoa!!� awwww."� i got sand in my shoe, then bent over to feel whether there really was sand in my shoe, at which point all the quarters spilled out of my pocket into the sand.� there goes my bridge toll money!� of course they inevitably started acting all couple-ish.� dan and heather being the mushy ones, ed and jill the nerdy ones that run around and act like cute little kids, and the others as if they barely knew each other.� and me trying to fool myself into thinking i wasn't just a 7th wheel.� i went down as close as i could to the ocean without actually being in it, trying to touch the water as it rolled in.� but i only managed to touch it a little bit.� mostly i'd just end up with my fingers in the sand. �then a) we got bored with watching the stars, b) we got too tired to continue watching, or c) the sky ran out of falling stars and had to begin recharging.

tonight i turned my turntable upside down and plunged a screwdriver deep into it, to adjust it so that it will finally play 33rpm records at the right pitch.� it's actually very nice.� it's just always played lp's too fast.� now the dots stand still and i'm satisfied with that.� tonight i'm writing letters and emails to people that i care about.� most of the messages contain the phrase "i'm sorry" somewhere inside.� tonight i'm listening to helen love's love and glitter, hot days and muzik and i want a white russian cake.

awwww!! so cute!!