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found a cd by the cure under the couch. so i will copy it and leave it here. ok i think it's only remixes. i hate remixes. it's all scratchy. all right. never mind. i'm still keeping it.
we live across from a pervy guy who does lighting for paramount studios who is as of now distanced as we are in the hotel [marriot penthouse! two stories! like our new house and about the size of it! i must get used to stairs!] across the street from our house and its friends. also tired, despite sufficient hours of sleep. am not looking forward to any of the upcoming weeks. would like to say something intelligent. bleh. but also am not TIRING of the shuttling around, it's quite bohemian, i'm effing kerouac man [i think this desire is a middle class thing]. god. we had pizza again yesterday. of course i could always sue domino's for making me fat and not warning me.