// doggie need a compass
| 06/21/2004 - 8:22 p.m. |

mon, 2:50pm
(pre-pat notes)

ummm.

blank, blank, blank.

spank, spank, spank???

hell if i know.

school, school, school.
(java, java, java.)

yup, yup, yup.


really, i got nothin.
uh huh.
nuthin...

but a bad feeling.
cuz when i got nothin,
someone else is sure to have somethin.

and someone just walked up.
+ i guess i'll just finish my smoke stick + go on up.

cuz really.
i got nothin.



5:45pm
(post-pat notes)

um.
what did we talk about again?

chit-chat, whats up? whats going on?
school, school, school;
father's day was oops forgot;
sean's gross thumb.

whatcha been thinking about?
how ya been feeling?
haven't been doin none of that feeling stuff.
thinking? ummm, school?

writing?
any more on the 'honesty' stuff?
nothin.
nope.


dad. walking on eggshells.
la la la.
nope. still not about him.

how long after you left renfrew did you start again w/ the stackers?

deep breath.
errr, the day i left?
well, the superficial reason why�
emotional eating?�ish?


what are you "hungry for?"
*STILL*

sneaking food as kid.

nope, didn't want nuthin from the jerk.

"seek out" other "male figures?"
not so much.
russ was a nice guy?
thats about it.


re pills, saying fuck you to C?
NO.

(no kiddin w/ this 'dog w/ a bone' shit.
but wake up.
that bone don't exist.
see 'nope, still not about him' either for ex. #2)

gotta go to class...
(remember: 'colleages,' more 'eggshells,' 'the last visit...'...)