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My feet are swollen. I don't know why. I can't fit my heels- any of them. looks like another day of boots or keds, because I don't think my converse fit either. Two fat feet. Two hours till I have to walk to my furthest class with the most amount of stuff I have to carry all week. I wish the museum would let us walk through it, instead of around it when we have heavy portfolios. Like, a special walkway for students with shit on their shoulders. And swollen feet. If this happens when I'm 18 I do not want to see my feet if I ever get knocked up.
my hair has grown out about two inches. yay! soon- a fro. I don't know why I'm celebrating this. Maybe I'm turning over a big fat leaf just chock-full of black pride. Hell, if I could look like Betty Davis or a Black Panther, I'd rock the fro and the pick and the yellow leather booty shorts (that would be Davis.. not the Panthers.)
The kitchen sink smells like cheese. We've taken to microwaving breakfast, lunch and dinner on napkins and cardboard, drinking soup out of coffee mugs, drinking coffee out of ceramic shot glasses. Why is washing the dishes so difficult for me to wrap my mind around. It was my only job at home, I should be used to it.
Dave Eggers= love, btw. How we Are Hungry and You Shall Know Our Velocity make me feel bright and shiny inside. I'm working my way slowly through A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius and What is the What, and I just read Theo in The Book of Other people, and My current, active read at the moment is The Best American Non Required Reading, edited by Eggers. I love this man. I love his Non Profits, his proclivity towards political and social issues, his strong gravitational pull that gently dips the matter around him so that he is the center around which wonderful words and images rotate.
my hair has grown out about two inches. yay! soon- a fro. I don't know why I'm celebrating this. Maybe I'm turning over a big fat leaf just chock-full of black pride. Hell, if I could look like Betty Davis or a Black Panther, I'd rock the fro and the pick and the yellow leather booty shorts (that would be Davis.. not the Panthers.)
The kitchen sink smells like cheese. We've taken to microwaving breakfast, lunch and dinner on napkins and cardboard, drinking soup out of coffee mugs, drinking coffee out of ceramic shot glasses. Why is washing the dishes so difficult for me to wrap my mind around. It was my only job at home, I should be used to it.
Dave Eggers= love, btw. How we Are Hungry and You Shall Know Our Velocity make me feel bright and shiny inside. I'm working my way slowly through A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius and What is the What, and I just read Theo in The Book of Other people, and My current, active read at the moment is The Best American Non Required Reading, edited by Eggers. I love this man. I love his Non Profits, his proclivity towards political and social issues, his strong gravitational pull that gently dips the matter around him so that he is the center around which wonderful words and images rotate.