Tuesday

Oh Grief, read my stuff again! They're horrible!!! Cringe* What the hell was I thinking? Sentimental, and just self-conscious and URGh!!

Much rather think about Baker's beach--and the naked old men. Suntanning, exhibiting their flabbiness and prune-like skin. I like them for their naturalistic attitude--who cares. Some Chinese girl sitting on the rock--shading her faces, worried about the U.V rays no doubt. I like the old men better--who cares if they look bad. They are sincere, they flaunt what they got and what they don't.

Hate my writing!

Something's wrong because I'm now unimpressed by a lot of things, and the problem is that my own stuff isn't that great--shit. I don't want arrogance--that's just pigheadedness.

Think of something happy-- oh yes at the CCSF library two of favorite writers share a shelf--makes me smile. Virignia Woolf and P.G Wodehouse.

Some old guy in an oversized T-shirt talked to me for fifteen minutes until I realized he was wearing nothing on the bottom.