Laying with my mouth gaping open at one in the morning, I watched Rivers Cuomo say, on tv, that he doesn't watch tv because it is too addictive and he doesn't want to become someone who just sits on the couch with his mouth gaping open, watching tv at one in the morning. ----- I need to talk to people. They just don't know it yet. ----- (The things I would type here if this diary belonged to me.) ----- My mother has been hanging out with this guy from her youth. He has short brown hair and light brown eyes. He's average height but looks to be about twenty-five pounds underweight. He wears cowboy boots and fitting faded jeans He has skinny chicken legs. He is timid, shy and softspoken. His voice is rarely above a whisper. His laugh is a raspy wheeze, but it doesn't bother me like it should. He has probably smoked since he was my age. He has been helping my mother make pumpkin pies. They get along well together. He knows things about baking, phone sex, hallucinogenic drugs from the Seventies, cars from the Fifties, French porn, and how to interpret an SNL spoof. ----- "...and this is my, how do you say? Ah yes! Show." ----- Oh yeah, wow. ===== One baby to another

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