Wednesday, September 1, 2010
I was trying to remember which poet it was who's father might have been in the SS. I think it was Sylvia Plath. I was looking her up in the hopes of getting a confirmation on the father thing. She was really pretty. She's the kind of woman whom I'd really like to get along with, but probably wouldn't. I don't know why, but I feel like I'm predisposed to be at odds with every pretty, smart, emotional woman I come across. Like cats and dogs. I'm really depressed just thinking about it. I need to take a second and collect myself now.
Posted by Chuck Damage at 8:44 PM