Mysterious fluids are dripping out of my car. For some reason, I really hope it's not champagne. I don't even know how it could be.

Going to see Xiu Xiu tonight at the Casbah with Christina and Devin and Adam. Yeah... at least the music's gonna be good. I'm not really looking forward to the rest of it. Think they'll mind if I bring a book?

Dropped a bunch of cash shopping today. Got a couple of really nice things I've been wanting for a while, green striped dress and yellow hooded seed stitch sweater. I'm not "overspending". I'm "stimulating the economy".

Met a couple of foxy dudes at the saloon last night. One of them asked for my number and I told him that I don't have one. Not sure why I did that except for the feeling that I don't think I could take it if he hurt my feelers and hurting my feelers is really easy to do lately. Or maybe it was the idea that it might not be wise to give out one's number to some random dude that one has known for a mere three minutes that was met outside a bar. I just feel really uncomfortable with dudes lately. It feels like in junior high when boys would pretend to flirt with me and then put me down brutally. Not exactly like that, but close. More like when my most serious relationship was with someone who was also in a relationship with someone else who was always going to be more important than me. When was that, like March? How long? Like three years? Yeah. Something like that.

Yeah, this is PMS. I do what I want when I want.