We Both Laughed in Pleasure: The Selected Diaries of Lou Sullivan

by Lou Sullivan

I’ve been wearing apricot nail polish. Excellent!

I rather think ugly boys are more interesting inside than cute ones.

All I wanna do is write ’n write. But I’ll prob’ly end up in COLLEGE. Ugh.

I wanna look like what I am but don’t know what someone like me looks like. I mean, when people look at me I want them to think—there’s one of those people that reasons, that is a philosopher, that has their own interpretation of happiness. That’s what I am.

Sunday was Bridget’s baby shower. I felt like a young man in disguise there, sure wasn’t into the cute little baby clothes scene like everyone else there. Bore!

To wash my body with surgical soap, according to instructions, washing, washing, and watching my body that is there, that isn’t there, that won’t be there in 3 days. How can I share this emotion; how can I find an outlet for these incredibly strong feelings?

This life-and-death matter just doesn’t seem to have answers.