So it's now twice that I've been interested in a girl who turns out to be a lesbian. Guess I've bad luck. At least this time around I didn't have it bad.

The days have been something like this: sunny, sunny, rainy, rainy-sunny. Weather, stop being bi-polar.

I strain to sing "This Will Be Our Year". Can't quite pull it off, but boy it's fun to try.

My hair's regressing me back to '69 again. I need to chop-chop.

All right, all right, back to Severini.