Saturday, August 21, 2004
Quick update from Journalcon It is hot like the surface of the sun here. And also raining. It’s like a tropical rainforest, except instead of trees, there are ugly government buildings. I’ve been forced to make several wardrobe changes throughout the day, just to keep from wilting. Ok, I came planning to make wardrobe changes, […]
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It was an insane shopping weekend. Insane shopping weekends make me happy, because really, as an adult, there really isn’t something akin to the plastic toy inside a cereal box kind of joy anymore (if you don’t count sex, of course, which isn’t really a joy but rather an itch that you can’t reach and […]
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Thursday, August 12, 2004
Since I seem to be the only person to know which day is garbage day (It is Wednesday, in case you have the urge to stop by my house and be handy), I had officially gotten sick of making several trips up and down the driveway carrying bags of garbage before I scurry off to […]
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It is August 1996. I am involved in a summer independent poetry workshop along with two classmates who are also beginning their senior year in the English major, Nate and Larry. It will give us three credits for summer and also give us fodder for the Distinction in the Major honor. Nate, with his tribal […]
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On Thursday, Esteban and I were driving home from a failed attempt to purchase a media storage unit that was not a)fugly b)constructed using pictures of wood and some other material that costs two cents c)too small or d)more than $500. Our biggest dilemma is that I don’t want to see the DVDs from where […]
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Wednesday, August 4, 2004
Last Friday was a crazy wacky kind of day. (This just in’ after a day of walking around in my loafers sans socks, my bare feet smell like some kind of strong German beer, perhaps a sauer kraut beer tailor-made for dunking pumpernickel bread into’ mmmm. And my toes are painted sparkly blue so they […]
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I’ve been having weird robot dreams lately. My monkeys are apparently robots. Two nights ago, I dreamed that an online diarist fell down some stairs and as I was pouring Bactine on her wounds, I realized that she was actually a poorly constructed robot, as her leg was ripped open to reveal a support system […]
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Yesterday, Esteban and I went to the Farmer’s Market and bumped into one of my favorite Wives Of Esteban’s Friends, CC. I think we relate on a decent level because she recognizes that I’m not just a snipey bitch concerned with filling the conversation with how I/My Husband/My House/My Car/Life is better than everyone else’s […]
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This was taken without a flash, so you can actually see the black light and a bit of the ambiance, but also, Carissa, Penny and I are just a blur up on the dance floor. This is my favorite photo ever taken at the Bad Bar. I think it sums up the experience as a […]
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So, I had insomnia last night until I finally tranced myself out at 3 am. But because I couldn’t sleep, you get a video of what we did last Friday (with some extra footage thrown in). A very poor-quality video because little Ms. Perfectionist had to have a whole fucking song on it but she […]
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