November 3rd, 2003

Carravaggio

feeling (cerulean) blue

My morning began, as it so often does, with a kind gentleman leaning from his car and informing me that I was a fat, ugly cunt as he drove past the bus stop. Why, thank you, Sir, there might have been a moment there where I actually forgot how revilled I am by the rest of the world, but it's highly unlikely.

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