i rode home super super fast. it's even smoother than my old one, it's a really nice bike. it's red, it's japanese, and it says "centurion" on the side.

when I got home, donna and i walked to powell park, past the weird boat on 25th, and i took a picture of her sitting in the boat yelling. in the park, we looked at the huge poplar tree and the gingko trees. we swung on the swings for a while and tried doing pull ups on the bar. the monkey bars were just the right height so my feet dangled above the ground, unlike most playgrounds where i'm too tall now. i used to *love* monkey bars when i was little.

i hung upside down from my knees letting my hair swing around. while I was upside down, i noticed 3 little boys, about 5 years old, who were whispering loudly: "you talk to her!" "no, you talk to her!" "just say anything!" "what should i say??" "anything! blah blah blah! just say that! come on!" i guess they thought i couldn't hear them. i climbed up through the bars so i was sitting on top, then i did a flip over the side and landed on my feet by donna. she whispered that i should talk to the boys, but i was shy so i just smiled at them and we walked over to the merry go round.

we took turns pushing each other and climbing around getting dizzy, then we let it come to a stop and sat there talking for a long time. while we were sitting there, one of the little boys walked up and started pushing us around. donna said, "wow, you're strong! what's your name?" he smiled and said, "connor." she said, "i'm donna, and this is becky." i smiled. he was really friendly and angelic.

he jumped on and we spun for a while. he took out a little plastic gun and started playing with it, until his mother yelled, "connor! put that away!!" she was kind of controlling. he told us, "she thinks it's a real gun," and stuck it in his shorts again. then donna got off and pushed and he said, "wow! you can go fast!" we played for a while until his mother said it was time to go and they left.

then donna and i walked home, past the secret garden on 24th, and past the free pile, where she found a nice pink sweater. we split a bagel for dinner and made elaborate plans.

i think everything is going to be ok. our landlord came and talked to us today and as long as we get jobs soon she'll accept rent really late. i think she feels sorry for us and doesn't want to evict us. and donna is being super productive about finding a job. i'm being semi-productive. but not procrastinating as much as i usually do. now that I have a bike, i can get around easier to apply places. yay.

i decided to stop taking my birth control pills. i started taking them 5 years ago, and every time i stop taking them temporarily, i meet someone immediately who i fall in love with or want to sleep with. donna and sam think it's not just a coincidence. and i ran out, and have no spare income to buy more. so we'll see if my personality changes from not having hormones every day. or if i meet some amazing new boy. ha.

donna says she feels like we're movie stars, because we "always look so great" and our lives are so amazing and we're living in a sunset time and everything is unbelieveabley beautiful. she thinks we're going to be famous. because we're willful and do what we want and come up with strange and wonderful experiences every day.