February 26, 2003

• Well, here I am, baring myself to the public.   I never thought I’d start a weblog, but I just finished my last composition book journal and I’m at Brett’s folk’s house with nothing to do.  Brett’s my current boyfriend.  We took a long drive last night and didn’t feel like heading back down the coast to campus.  He’s a fraternity man and member of our school tennis team and has a fantastic physique.  I can’t see his gorgeous chameleonlike gray eyes right now because he’s passed out on one of the single beds in his old downstairs bedroom; it was the only place we could crash without his parents hearing us.  We’re right across the laundry and down the hall from the rec room, a vast knotty pine affair with a massive stone fireplace, wet bar, pool table, and media center complete with cinema-style popcorn machine.  Where we’re at was originally intended for the maid’s suite.  It has its own full bath with plush carpeted dressing room.  Really sexy, if you know what I mean, especially when it’s too cold for the cabana, even in L.A.  No one knows we’re here yet; we’re just enjoying the privacy while it lasts.  The clean steam from the hot dryer fills the room like the smell of our blue deoderant soap.  Citrus and sandalwood, it shouts from our skin like summer.  Brett’s Apple computer glows even bluer, like a vinyl pool pillow.  Here I go!

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