May. 23rd, 2004
I just got an email from Suzannah which I've been anticipating for days.
It wasn't good news, though.
She says she can't come for dinner, and cites her parents' withholding their permission as the reason.
I donno what to think or feel... She's 21, her parents have met me, and I only asked her down for a day...
I'm gonna go and, you know, do stuff....
It wasn't good news, though.
She says she can't come for dinner, and cites her parents' withholding their permission as the reason.
I donno what to think or feel... She's 21, her parents have met me, and I only asked her down for a day...
I'm gonna go and, you know, do stuff....
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May. 23rd, 2004 10:09 pm"No, nothing I ever do is good enough. Not beautiful enough, it's not funny enough, it's not deep enough, it's not anything enough. Now, when I see a rose, that's perfect. I mean, that's perfect. I want to look up to God and say, 'How the hell did you do that? And why the hell can't I do that?'"
-All That Jazz
-All That Jazz