"He says his name's William, but I'm sure he's Bill or Billy or Mac or Buddy, and he's plain ugly to me and I wonder if he's ever had a day of fun in

Today, I started drinking at three with Mary. I just got home from our afternoon drinking binge, which was far too fun.

The Big Sleep put me too sleep last night. Big time.

I am going to call a boy, William, tomorrow to ask him out on a date. I tried calling him when I was very drunk and O.O.C. this afternoon, but Sarah wasn't home, and she's the one that has his number.

Last night, I went to the Pride Meeting at Sarah's school and wowed them all with my feminist bullshit knowledge and my ability to cite Butler and Paglia. That stupid Language and Philosophy class paid off because after the meeting, the moderater, some professor, approached me all excited to ask me what professor was teaching Butler. And it made me miss New College and being in school and silly arguments that ignore our mortality and hence, fail to see the pettiness arguing over such things as the utterances of "bitch" and "slut," and whether they are "sexist." But, yeah I missed all that. And afterwards, I met William, a real geeky gay boy friend of Sarah's who likes me. He wanted me to come to his art show tonight, but I made up some lame excuse. But tomorrow, as I said, I am going to call him. Hopefully, I will still be as brave and motivated.

Oh, and yesterday I told my mom I quit my job. Yeah for honesty. Now, I'm off to watchChinatown.