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i got home from babysitting just half an hour ago and sat down at the computer to surf facebook while chowing down some mochi ice cream and now here i am half an hour later sweaty and tired in the dining room while my room sits empty and air conditioned.
[there is a blatent metaphor here, but i'm not sure what of.]
rented the entire first season of six feet under today. why? because i was going to get sebastian cole, american pop, and an almodovar film, then get high and watch them all, but decided against it. sebastian cole is too good to waste on a high, american pop is too awful to spend five bucks on, and i couldn't make up my mind among almodovar films.
i hadn't ever seen the first two episodes of six feet under before tonight. and they didn't have my so-called life.
[i still need to own that. while i'm wasting all my money i may as well invest in such intellectually driven hardcore angst. it's good for the soul.]
my plane ticket to florida came in the mail today. steve and i are speaking again and he says this year he'll take us all (me, sue, sam) to busch gardens. the last (and first) time we'd ever gone was before sue and steve were even married, dad was in the hospital and i was going to have back surgery. the summer of 1998 was quite possibly the most traumatizing summmer of my life but we did go to busch gardens and it was the last time my brother and i frolicked like the children we wished we were.
they had to cut out my hair-wrap a month later before rolling me into the o.r.
[there is a blatent metaphor here, but i'm not sure what of.]
rented the entire first season of six feet under today. why? because i was going to get sebastian cole, american pop, and an almodovar film, then get high and watch them all, but decided against it. sebastian cole is too good to waste on a high, american pop is too awful to spend five bucks on, and i couldn't make up my mind among almodovar films.
i hadn't ever seen the first two episodes of six feet under before tonight. and they didn't have my so-called life.
[i still need to own that. while i'm wasting all my money i may as well invest in such intellectually driven hardcore angst. it's good for the soul.]
my plane ticket to florida came in the mail today. steve and i are speaking again and he says this year he'll take us all (me, sue, sam) to busch gardens. the last (and first) time we'd ever gone was before sue and steve were even married, dad was in the hospital and i was going to have back surgery. the summer of 1998 was quite possibly the most traumatizing summmer of my life but we did go to busch gardens and it was the last time my brother and i frolicked like the children we wished we were.
they had to cut out my hair-wrap a month later before rolling me into the o.r.