I'm watching Moulin Rouge, rattling subwoofers listening to the soundtrack on the way to and from the bowling alley made me want to. I know all the words to all the songs. Alleana and I serenaded each other.

Last night Kate and I relived memories at the roller rink. We spent almost every Friday night there in seventh grade. Di, Matt, James, Diane and Greg joined us. Kate and I held hands while rollerblading so she would keep her balance. Its been many years you see. During the boys only skate, Di, Kate, and I rested on the sidelines. Kate straddled me. I had a glowstick in my cleavage. We would hug and put our foreheads together frequently. Di had stickers with two different sizes on her boobs. Boys would pass by with comments of "Oh my God Lesbians" and "Can we have a foursome?" Someone tried to grab the glowstick out of my cleavage. The girls only skate started. More comments, but of a different nature. "Ew, lesbians!" We're not lesbians you see. After, a group of young boys surrounded us. "Will you kiss her for a dollar" A kiss, a dollar. Offers of more money for tongue. No. Boob grabbing for a dollar. Kate and I are whores. Out of hand. Leaving. They grabbed Kate's ass. More skating. Clotheslining kids when they passed under clasped hands. The ghetto of a rich town. Attracts all the seventh grade low lives. Fun Dip. Pizza. Fruit Punch. Snowballing with Kate and Greg. Greg is sexy.

I worked for two hours today. Kate and I went shopping and actually had good luck in finding clothes. Pink pants, and pink lacy tank tops that result in Kate saying "Buddy, you are sexy. get that." I am sexy.

Bowling. Ass slapping. Lap whoring. Kissing. Boob grabbing. I bowled well for me. Megan got me a stuffed animal. She loves her new rainbow hat and wristband. Pulling bra straps down with teeth. Glowsticks in cleavage. (Again) Loud Moulin Rouge soundtrack. Singing with everyone in the van.

I am watching Moulin Rouge.

a new piece melted @1:27 a.m.