It wasn't a rock...it was a rock lobster! I need a new pair of checked vans because I'm totally sneaker-chic, and my pink pair don't have toes anymore. I saw Henry the other day, he was wearing silver nailpolish and had a new job as a hostess, complaining about the amount of glitter in his car after prom. "The other day, I said to someone, I really miss talking to Nicki," he squealed, and then we talked about boys. "You're going out with Zach?" He hopped around our spoiled white kids neighborhood driveway in glee. "I knew you two were friends where we worked, and you didn't go out with him because you had that other bf, but I didn't know the latest juice." I explained we made out during Star Wars until we had to leave because others were complaining, and then we realized we both sort of were now living out our work crush on each other. "Making out at Star Wars is just wrong," Henry giggled. Then we talked about fashion, and then we talked about boys again. I headed over to Zack's after work that night and rented a copy of A Clockwork Orange, and ended up making out to that movie, too. I love that movie. Sci fi 70's milkbar ultraviolence little of the old in and out pop art makeup in your decay'd society for you i'd takeup makeup n' o cherry popsicles o headmaster o yes Ludwig Van yes you are my lovelovelovelove you you you loveyou. Anyway, all I'm saying, is it's just a really beautiful film. Kubrick blinded with me with science, that film is poetry in motion. Zack's been a lovely friend, he's comfortable in his own misplaced New Joisey skin. We've been really open with each other. I told him my true love is the city, my home, my birthplace, my workplace, where I strut my self, I know my place there, I'm the pearled-up pop-art math-minded poetic little emo junk in glasses, and I can't fight that funk. I can't betray you, and you know it. You gotta work yourself, spoke to me The Prophet Brother James Brown.

But, of course, I never know what to say when I get home.

"How does it feel to be such a freak?"

"They like my looks. I've read all of F. Scott Fitzgerald's books, and I'm very well known."

"You put your nose in your pocket and live life on the ground. There should be a law against you coming 'round. You should have been made to wear your headphones."

So at work, my coworked mentioned her karaoke song was Carly Simon's You're So Vain. I decided to pick a karaoke song.

Do You Really Wanna Hurt Me?

I know my fortune's already been made, and that I need to just go back home, where I belong.

And o my darlings, may your days come, may they come indeed

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