nepenthean's Diaryland Dream Diary


anxiety & fred durst

i'd driven my father's car to the park with all kinds of stuff in the backseat. for the life of me, i couldn't get the backseat door to close right. i was ashamed to have broken it right after the dented one had been fixed.

then, i went to 2 other places and defended a 1-legged girl from fred durst. he was bothering her, trying to touch her amputation (foot). i said, "no, no!" and poked him a few times. he looked me straight in the eye and said, "i never apologize." when we got outside, though, he did, and so did i -- although i hadn't done anything wrong. he grabbed my hand and we walked away.

1:25 a.m. - 2003-07-05


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