Andy mailed me more coupons for my coffee today with a brief note. This one I’ll copy in since it’s not so sloppy and hard to read with something spilled on it like the last one was.

Yo Ho,

Roctober 26, 1996

She finally found a way to ditch the old labels. Certain chimes went floating down the river. I swear I left it there under blindfolds. Sarah works on a crack farm selling no doubt. Don’t speak because it hurts. She held up the green apple.

Sony told me to cancel many sold out shows so I refused nearly two-thousand 200 tickets. After she hurt her back she trimmed the lamb’s wool. Trees need to be vacuumed every once in a while. The cotton came to Tolleson where it’s ready to be picked up when red lights turn green under toes.

Sixteen times she called out to me but I left her there to drown. I could bake a pumpkin pie but I don’t have any oranges. Bitches parked on the corner blasted muzak to the homeless ice dankers. Truly I believe that I am a femmy gray-haired loser so why don’t you kill me. And what do you want at 5:30 in the Goddamn morning!?! Why did JFK Jr. marry someone other than Bruce Boxlighter? Were you just dreaming of the snow up there in Fagstaff? Dream on you silly dreamer as you go so far and then you crack up baby doll.

Later...

When Tom came home a little while ago, he told me he had a plan. To screw every day this week. That’s quite a plan, though, for someone who doesn’t like to plan and who doesn’t exactly have a high sex drive. Still, I love it and it sounds great. I told him I have a plan too, to screw every day next week, too. If he gets off, maybe God will have a change of heart, but I know he won’t.

Tom just told me he’s gonna call his mom to work on her plumbing on Wednesday. I asked if he was gonna work on my plumbing. He said no cuz mine doesn’t need any work. Yeah, well, I couldn’t be more sure that if we stick to our plans and if he gets off at the right times, he’ll change his mind about that. Oh, how I hope to hell I’m proven wrong! I dare not hope, though, even if I may dream. Also, the odds of him being able to inject me with major doses at all the right times seem so very, very slim.

As slim as me getting my weight back down to the upper 90s. All I ate today was two granola bars and a small serving of spaghetti and I’ve gone from 102 pounds to 104 pounds. My body’s acting like it did before I was 21 and on all kinds of medications. What could be slowing my metabolism down so much? Age? For about 8 years, I had gotten myself to the point where I could eat and eat and stay the same and if I just cut back a little, I’d lose weight. Now all it takes, once again, is a few bites to make me gain? Shit! I’m gonna have to starve myself and only have liquids for a few days. Getting up the will to do so is so damn hard, though.

I wonder what the house behind us is doing now. I noticed a circular light out there by a window and saw a couple of guys working on something, but I couldn’t tell what. It must be something fairly urgent for them to be doing whatever they’re doing at this time.

Later...

Bunny’s running around the cage all playful and hyper like Piggy does. They do this once or twice a day. Sometimes one at a time, sometimes both together.

We screwed earlier. I didn’t think I was ever gonna get off, but I did. He didn’t but was close. Imagine us having sex every day for the next 20 days! I don’t think so! Even 5 days seems like a pretty amazing record for us. Well, we’ll just have to see what happens.

I’ve got about 45 pages left in Andy’s birthday journal which I’ve been slowly working on. I think he’ll really like it and will be impressed with all the work and thought I put into it. Of course, his birthday isn’t till February 15th. I only hope my birthday isn’t as shitty as it was last year!