I Don't Remember Wishing to Forget 10.27.96
01.14.04

Sometimes I think that even if I knew there was a magic
thing I could do, snap my fingers or something and every
time I did it I could get just excatly what I wanted I
wouldn’t do it. My wishes always come true in humourous
ways and I never have very big wishes.
BJ asked me if didn’t I worry about the times Scooby
did things with strangers at Zorbas. But what is there to
worry about? Sometimes I am so many different people,
I wonder if/how we all get along.
BJ told me he would like to be a baby again for a
week or so. Male humans seem to want that a lot.
Yes, I am thinking of someone in specific. He said it’s
because babies feel safe. I was trying to get it but we
were on the phone so his vibes don’t come through so
clearly and all I could get was this faint
impression that was something like leaning your hand on
something only your whole was leaning on it. I don’t
remember being a baby and I don’t want to.
Sometimes I think I don’t want to be able to
remember anything ever again. And sometimes I can’t.
I tell so many cute childhood stories, I wonder if
any of them are true. I half-wait for people to
recognize them from t.v. or books. Even Scooby I
bullshit once in a while, very once in a while, because
everyone needs comic relief. I need a hug. And a
longer attention span.  ¶ 2:25 AM