gnoll's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- daisychain again, taking the elevator to the penthouses, looking for a party i overheard some folks talking about in the lobby. julia was along for the ride and we followed this obese woman into the elevator knowing full-well she was out ticket in. two hundred and fifty pounds easy and wearing the loudest smock i've ever seen -- neon green daisies set over a bright orange desert scape. to seal the deal (which i assume was getting into the party) i whored it up a little, running one hand through her hair while stroking her hand with my other. her hair was impressive too, these terribly large curls of strawberry blonde hair. there were no more than eight giant curls of hair, and i kept running my hands, literally, through them. i was sure she was going to have a fit over me mucking about with those curls, but she just stood there completely oblivious to my advances, starring into the mirror ahead. 5:48 p.m. - Monday, Jan. 27, 2003 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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