I sat in a dark planetarium yesterday, followed by dinner in Japantown with HB. He used chopsticks this time, in an effort to win back my affections.
The psychotherapist privately told me they need to work mainly on him. I can't bring myself to like him, but I've had phases like this before, so I'm giving it a few months to stew and reflect.
I was too calm, opening the hotel gate. Desiderio told me I was "fucking Jedi." He expected female hysteria? A girl doesn't cry when you give her a lollipop...
Hilariously, I'm considering working in a big dark cathedral. Imagine the trouble I could get into there! 'Hello sir. Meet me in the confession box.'
2:47 p.m. - 2009-08-25