June 29, 1998
I would kill for a fan tonight.
An ELECTRIC fan, I mean.
Make no mistake here: I would kill. If my downstairs neighbor came home right now -- the little unassuming nerdy guy who always smells like Jeno's Pizza Rolls and cigarettes -- and he was carrying a brand-new Duracraft Five-Speed Oscillator under one arm -- I guarantee you his picture would be on a milk carton somewhere in Boring, Oregon next week.
I hate summer. Grrrr.
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