|2004-05-31 - 12:05 a.m.
spectacular new york day. with my mother and head-shaved father, now sore from hosting an internal war. i call him the battlefield. every time he pisses i tell him to wave goodbye to the dead cancer cells. he is scared, now. now that he *feels* everything. and i am too. the surgery will be no turning back. such a sweet sweet man. with a newly buzzed bald head and a silvery moustache. too bad he's not gay. he'd be such a catch.
whenever i am with both of my parents either someone is graduating or someone is sick.
central park is my new playground. but not on a holiday weekend with all the international yahoos. i noticed a lot of thighs today.