He offered love, and she, with the easy heartlessness of one who is so well accustomed to this sort of thing, offered him sugar

Today I made a business deal. In exchange for a pair of very hip and very used 100 dollar diesel jeans, I bought Porter a sandwich, fries and a drink at Blondies for a total of eight dollars. These jeans somehow make me look "cool" if that's possible for Emily. I really enjoy them though, because I never would in my right mind, pay 100 bucks for a pair of jeans. And now, for a sandwich, I now own my own pair of the coolest jeans that ever lived.
Moderation is going pretty sucky. I moderate April 23rd at 930 AM. My moderation papers are bullshit about how I am a good student and how much I love Bard. I sound like a suck up, but who doesn't when they're actually trying to suck up?
Today it was rainy and while I watched to playwriting, I used my froggy umbrella (the umbrella that has eyes and a face)...and everyone kept looking at me, smiling and what not. B and G men stopped to say they liked my umbrella. The ladies in Down the Road thought it was adorable. My umbrella is now a star. But what about me? I'm trying to tackle my stardom in my play. Scene 2 in playwriting today...the peanut gallery was confused about it. They say Braden sounds too unreal (that made me laugh outloud) but the relationship between Johnny and Alex is great. The group agrees, they kept asking who was real? Was Braden real? Yes, I replied...oh I know, he's real. It looks like I have to establish rules for my play, I have to understand what's going on...because I know what's going on, but does everyone else? My playwriting teacher also noted that pedophiles don't deserve awards and recognition. Woody Allen, Roman Polanski...they don't deserve to be artists. Technically, I am a pedophile...so what does that mean? He liked my play though...so does that mean Dominic Taylor is a hypocrite?
Interesting weekend coming up. On Friday night I get to see Peter, and yes the last few times I've spoken to him he's been high and drunk (it looks like he's going downhill) but he claims he's still in love with me. Is he in love with me or is the alcohol in love with me?
Saturday at 1300 I am having lunch with Alex. He's been hinting at that maybe we should hook up again...though I don't think it's a good idea. I have thought of Alex as strictly a friend, nothing more...and I think I'm going to stay away from hooking up with those pro-war types...sex with America, it's not my thing.
Friday, spring break...thank God!