november 2007
TERROR MANAGEMENT THEORY (what they call coping with the inevitable existentialist crisis); having no class and making out with an ex behind the mobile barbecue joint trailer in the parking lot at the carolina funk dance party; embarrassing myself terribly by unintentionally getting burrito on unsuspecting civilians, breaking off new wooden arm rests off of studio chairs, and pulling a little kid's hair because I thought he was my jacket resting on the floor -- interrupting a beautiful drone set -- whyamisuchanawfulperson?; chocolate lavender and chile cake; dreading the post-thanksgiving wedding with the white side of my family complete with the cousin who used to regale my terrified 13-year-old self with stories of giving head to her boyfriend in the closet; quince ginger popsicles in biting weather; wrapping scarves around my head three times before heading out so the irritating fall air won't initiate my gag reflex again during bike rides; i already got my mold in my kombucha, dammit.!