|2003-12-03 - 6:33 p.m.
dear beck, what's a paper tiger in the sun actually like?
solar spent the morning at the gym running off furious emotions triggered by a three letter word with a seven letter adjective. meanwhile, on the other side of the galaxy, solar was having an online affair with a floridian living in texas who she's never met. um, does anybody here see the problem? solar needs a fucking purpose.
kinda like a 50% synthetic comforter...i'm feeling a little down.