Friday, December 31, 2004

beat year

i started reading The Crimson Petal and the White by Michel Faber. it's about a prostitute in victorian london. mom and madame piotrowski both said that it's a raunch fest but i'm halfway through the second chapter and nothing too dirty has happened yet. its diction is good, but i'm not sure i'll make it the whole way through unless a plot shapes up sometime. i also got everything by a one mr. salinger [excluding the catcher in the rye] and i love him so much. i don't know why i associate him with beatnicks, but i do. maybe he's like their dad. neal cassady's dad was a drunk and a bum and rode all around denver doing beat things without a typewriter to keep it documented. i wonder if his actions were rationalized into philosophy or if he just enjoyed the lifestyle.

anyways. it's new year's eve and we're doing the 12 minutes 'til midnight tradition. roxie and mia invited me to rocky horror picture show at the strand but i'm too sentimental and decided to stay at home with the fam because it's the last time everyone's going to be all together. now if only i had someone to kiss at midnight.

i think everyone around the world should sing pretty good year when the clock strikes twelve.


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