This is NOT Over

Thursday Feb 15, 1990 UnKlimt Head

I stole a cake-server/necklace thingy from Ruthie's little friend. Oh, and her name is no longer Kris (if that ever was her name). I dubbed her Judith. More Biblical that. And that's what you have to be if you wanna be my friend. Biblical. Shit, who is more Biblical than William "Two Sheds" Garver. He built two sheds to honor the Lord of the Israelites.

Boy I really need to go back on the drugs. I am just not making sense, even to me.

I'm gonna start talking all smart but it's going to end up sounding horny and stupid so I am not pretending to be something I am not. I thought Judith because she reminds me of the Kilmt painting. Actually I have only seen a print of the Klimt.

See, it is getting stupid already.

Gustav Klimt did a painting of the Biblical Judith carrying the head of some dude, but in the painting her left boob is exposed. Ruthie's friend Kris doesn't even look like the painting. I'm just really into the painting, I can't stop looking at the copy in my room...

I don't own a Klimt or even an "actual size" print of Klimt. It's just in this book someone gave me. It is a remarkable image. Sure the chick is holding somebody's head, but her left boob is magnificent, popping out for all to see.

And it has nothing to do with the girl I have named Judith, except maybe her hair is like Judith from the painting…I know nothing of her breasts.

Stayed up late with Ruthie and Judith drinking the Everclear they had, leftover from Valentine's Day. Ugh. I couldn't feel my tongue by the end of the evening. Bill and I crashed with the girls in Ruth's room.

At least this Judith did not decapitate me in my sleep and walk out into the hall baring boob and holding my severed head by the hair...

...at least not that I remember.