Nov 03, 2002 21:52
wednesday: injured the dj whose turn we were taking [spy] as a matter of reflex
thursday: was mistaken for mannequin waiting in queue at buffalo exchange [who manufactured me?/what am i selling?]
friday: low low low low low, + then there was jocelyn with a big gooey brownie + earl grey, oh
saturday: we tried to wrap up the tweeded briton buying japan's 'quiet life' for our drone ranger rebecca, who was just back from the uk anyway + had nothing better to do during the 90 mph windstorms there than watch bbc presenters laughing uproariously at donna tartt's sentence structure
five is a shopaholic
five is fraught with perils
five is glad about your interest
five is for the human
five is a four letter word
i have designs on a troupe of breakdancers who go to jessica's school. she says they're unbelievable but won't interview them for her zine, which is just so silly, i know it's because they aren't p*nk. but she's so smart; she'll figure it out.