...She sits down on the sidewalk and bites her bottom lip, and spends the afternoon willing traffic-lights to change...
August 18, 2002 | 9:42 p.m.

I've realized that my entries have been a little sparse as of late. I wonder why that is?

I have this idea in where I get someone to make me a layout for free with a really nice picture of John K. Samson in black & white that I found and write The Weakerthans in a watermark kind of thing somewhere and miraculously my long lost love of writing non-shortcut-taking entries will return. But I still have to find that someone to make it for me.

Let's go back to talking about the picture. Everyone looks better in black & white. It's a given. Especially if you are a person who plays a guitar and especially if you are John Mayer. (If you want proof, just go see yourself. The pictures are somewhere under concerts) Back to the picture again. I showed it to Kris and she said this: "where is he?" As if a man playing guitar in front of something that looks like a curtain is really that hard to find. Sometimes she is dumb. But enough of that.

Alexis is taking her driving test tomorrow so if she randomly calls you up crying you will know why.

...pulled along :: pulled apart...