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| 9:35 p.m. Saturday, October 27, 2001 boys. you know, i think part of the depression is this: i'm depressed about The Boy, despite it being definitely the right choice to give him his walking papers. it gets harder and harder to deal with the work that is a relationship. and it gets rougher to be alone. not lonely. just alone. 5:36 p.m. Friday, October 26, 2001 Friday Five courtesy of smattering. 1. What's your favorite time of day? oh, lessee... i think that five minutes right after the alarm goes off and i hit the snooze button, and snuggle back down into the sheets. other than that, i'm more of a night person than anything, so sunny afternoons or moon-drenched nights are good. actually, i can like most any part of the day if the light is good. 2. What's your least favorite time of day? the ass crack of dawn. thank my sister for that phrase. 3. Are you a morning person or a night owl? Does it cause any problems? night owl, for sure, altho i find that shifting a bit. strangely, despite the fact i'm a night person, i have a harder time getting up in the winter because there's less light. doesn't seem right to get up when it's still dark.4. If you had an entire worry- and obligation-free day, what would you do with it? i don't think i could even conceptualize a day like that. would it also be a clock free day with as many hours as i wanted? 5. How do you plan to spend your weekend? possibly visiting a friend in the ICU, depending on if he's up for visitors. working a show Sunday night. doing a lot of writing, trying to get thru the dross so i can write the good stuff. and the perpetual - sleeping. 5:13 p.m. Friday, October 26, 2001 ah, you fickle beast. from Fametracker: [T]hey, like a disproportionate number of male movie stars, are like bonsai men - tiny, fully proportional, perfect replicas of full-size human beings. 5:01 p.m. Friday, October 26, 2001 should be a national holiday. *hrmph* thanks for the reminder, tanya! otherwise, i might have missed daylight savings, and squandered that precious gift - a whole extra hour of sleep. :) 4:58 p.m. Friday, October 26, 2001 larry! buddy! overheard recently at a restaurant: 'this is a very lukewarm plate. be careful.' 12:50 p.m. Friday, October 26, 2001 and if i had a peacock pinned to my hat? interesting article on the recent installation of the new President of Harvard. in light of recent distress, our take on nearly every public event has been tweaked. Meanwhile, in a marquee set up just outside the Harvard Science Center, the Bobs and Elizabeths are sitting down to eat grilled chicken, sip white wine, and chatter. 5:08 p.m. Thursday, October 25, 2001 only too happy to help. because, you know, you can never use the phrase fuck me too often. ;) 4:47 p.m. Thursday, October 25, 2001 *snort* appropriately enough with the title, as that's what this story made me do. Residents of Ghazipur, India are keeping watch for a group of monkeys that are believed to be addicted to opium. Many residents have reported to police that a group of drugged-up monkeys are chasing people in the streets and acting erratically. The United News of India reported that the monkeys probably ate opium they found in the effluvents from the town's 200 year old medicine factory. makes you wonder what kind of medicine... would probably put Nyquil to shame. :) 12:51 p.m. Tuesday, October 23, 2001 feed them. The Why Project was founded after the attacks on September 11th. it's a site devoted to international art, in pictures and words. there's some truly amazing stuff there. take this, for example. 10:25 p.m. Monday, October 22, 2001 my own dog dish Michael Franti, again.
you should check out the album. it's amazing. if you like Spearhead, you will love Disposable Heroes of Hiphoprisy. in any event, you should take a listen. sometimes, i use sex to avoid communication... 12:25 p.m. Monday, October 22, 2001 kitty giggles found this in an old email today, and it still makes me laugh. kitties decided that instead of sliding their CDs along the floor for them to chase they'd prefer me to make little frisbees out of them... the neighbors are probably wondering what the HELL is going on up here. |
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