2001-07-09 :: 2:14 p.m.

Last night, My Boy said "I'm gonna marry into money." I go, "Oh, really? Who are you marrying?"

And he said, "You."

After cracking up, I thought about that. Assuming it could happen, he's pretty bravestupidcrazy to hitch his wagon to this star. I'm on the road to nowhere, as David Byrne so eloquently stated.

But you know what? I like that he has faith in whatever abilities I may or may not possess.

It'll be a good life. Filled with t-shirt dresses and Hawaiian punch moustaches.

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