14/4/00

Well, I have a rather large box right here which I plan to fill with some words from my brain. That's Sophie down there by the way, my now-16-year-old sister. She turned 16 six days ago. I saw her for the first time in that time-space yesterday when I was stoned. I gave her a present - a pink leopard-skin purse with a pink karma bead bracelet inside along with two cigarettes. Due to my whacked out state I had forgotten about the cigarettes, which I had actually planned earlier to take out because I had run out of cigarettes myself. So I gave it to her and she opened it... I spouted something I can't quite recall and tried to grab the cigarettes... there was a bit of a scuffle. Eventually she got a hold of them and shut her bedroom door in my face, shouting something unintelligable. I went to bed.
In any event, I borrowed/stole her new top today because it is decidedly funky. It's made from some kind of cheapo suede stuff that's pale tan coloured, and it's like a kind of floppy poncho thing with brown leather string tying it at the top. It also widens at the wrists, which always looks brilliant in a top. Sophie has been getting quite a lot of new clothes lately... I think she's copying my style too. She gets a funky piece of her own and steals one of my tops or something to go with it (the worst item of clothing she can steal from me is a top, due to her oversize busterior which stretches it into a tent on me). But then I've been getting a few clothes lately too - my dad gave me a Hound Dog voucher for a hundred bucks the other day, supposedly for my 18th. The best thing I bought was a pair of white pants with a clear plastic stripe down the outside of each leg. Clothing designers amaze me.