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| Time: | 10:24 pm. |
| Music: | Siouxsie & the Banshees - Spellbound. |
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You are silver-haired. You are sexy, outgoing, and
unique. You are very mature for your age, which
is part of your appeal.
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| Time: | 11:24 pm. |
| Music: | cEvin Key - Tatayama. |
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i'm going to go read hamlet.
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| Time: | 6:58 pm. |
| Mood: |  devious. | | Music: | Millionaire - Petty Thug. |
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I understand now how hard it is to resist reaching out and taking that which has made itself available. Power is dizzying; power is intoxicating-- and it is dangerous.
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| Time: | 11:13 pm. |
| Mood: | hateful. | | Music: | Wumpscut - Krieg. |
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I hate everything about the world. Every fucking thing. I can't stand people; I can't stand kids. I can't stand a god damned thing.
I want to break something. Smash something beautiful; ruin something magnificent.
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| Time: | 11:21 am. |
| Music: | Pink Floyd - Run Like Hell. |
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I'm gonna send you back to Mother in a cardboard box.
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I just got home from floorset. It was a blast, actually-- I never thought I'd enjoy it, but I did. Probably because I only worked three hours in the store before it closed, so I wasn't fed up and tired and irritable. But then worked another five and a half that only felt like two. Kristin and I are one hell of a team-- we did two zones completely before most everyone had finished their first. And we had a good time doing it. Kate ordered pizza-- smart girl-- and she, Jess, and I went out for a cigarette sometime around nine pmish, and were shortly joined by Jillian when she arrived. I will miss Kate [she quit]. She and Amy and I were all hired together, and Amy is leaving as well. Ah, me.
I love my job.
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Monday, September 17th, 2001
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I know I ought to say something about the recent horror in NYC...but I'm fully saturated with the media, and it's very hard for me to comprehend that possibly five thousand people have ceased to exist. Five thousand lives have stopped. Five thousand will never again go home to their wives and husbands, and five thousand will never meet their friends for dinner at their favorite Italian place on the corner. Five thousand won't ever read a book, or hear music, or go on picnics with relatives and eat potato salad. Five thousand families have to live with a big chunk of their structure viciously ripped out and incinerated. And the whole world has to live with the knowledge that we have somehow let this happen because we didn't stomp out the terrorists when they first emerged.
::gets off soapbox::
I'm done now.
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Friday, August 24th, 2001
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Hey Astrid...I have a date with Captain Movement on Wednesday. ::wink::
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Saturday, August 18th, 2001
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Good lord...acccording to theSpark.com's Gay Test, I am 48% Gay:
That's gayer than average for someone of your gender and supposed orientation. The typical straight female is only 32% gay!
Hehehe.
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'Bye everyone. I'm leaving for Colorado in the morning, for two weeks. Or something to that effect. I'll be back the 20th. Just so you know, and don't wonder where I've disappeared to.
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| Subject: | sexxlaws |
| Time: | 7:14 pm. |
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can't you hear those cavalry drums
hijacking your equilibrium
midnight snacks in the mausoleum
where the pixilated doctors moan
"sexxlaws" by beck
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Thursday, August 2nd, 2001
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| Subject: | ...bliss... |
| Time: | 8:50 pm. |
| Mood: |  indescribable. |
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::blasts "Arabian Nights" through headphones::
...mmm....I feel good...
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| Subject: | Midnite Vultures...part two.... |
| Time: | 1:47 pm. |
| Mood: |  pleased. |
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I won the high bid for the b-side cd....with Midnite Vultures on it....I'm really happy right now.....even if it doesn't seem that way. Just thinking about listening to that song makes me very happy. Very happy.
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Thursday, July 26th, 2001
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| Subject: | Midnite Vultures |
| Time: | 5:01 pm. |
| Mood: |  mellow. |
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yeah.
botox injections
chemical solvents
making midnight movies
contaminated actors
living on a farm
harnessed to a life of protein and equipment.
Gristling in grain.
Soft nights.
everyday a reaction to the affection.
manholes and light towers walking down imitation streets
little girls with plastic cameras
and shops full of cold cuts and candy
feeding the trains and bisecting the night
hand grenades in the trash
medics running from the sun
She borrowed cartilage wire
tracing my face
with broken hands
Yeah
Ahhhhhhh
That's one of my favorite Beck songs. It's got his saxophone player in the background, and some keyboarding, and it reminds me of driving and Chicago at night. And it's on his limited edition b-side. I think. If anything, it's on the Nicotine & Gravy single. Yeah... And it's currently stuck in my head. And it makes me feel goooooood....
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Wednesday, July 25th, 2001
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It's amazing how productive one can be if one choses to be. In the space between that last entry and now, I've rebooted the computer, made coffee, and gone through one of four pieces I'm supposed to know for this afternoon. I don't want to go to piano. Urgh.
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| Subject: | ...listening... |
| Time: | 1:06 pm. |
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I'm listening to my dad conduct a conference call. It's all very interesting, actually. It kind of makes me want to steal onto the line downstairs and just listen in, even though I wouldn't understand 98% of what's being said. Conference calls are fascinating things. And neither of my browsers are working, so I'm going to reboot...
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10:00 a.m. -- Got out of bed.
10:15 - 10:35 a.m. -- Fifteen minutes on the Nordic Track with five minute stretch break while watching "The Crow."
10:40 a.m. -- Shower time.
11:05 a.m. -- Get dressed, blowdry hair, etc etc.
11:20 a.m. -- Come upstairs, put water on to boil for pasta, wash dishes.
11:50 a.m. -- Lunch time.
See? I can be productive if I chose to be. I feel pretty good, actually. My short workout this morning woke me up nicely.
::sigh:: Storytellers at five thirty tonight....which means I have four and a half hours left till I have to leave the house. And I have "Hot Patootie" from the RHPS stuck in my head.
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Finished with the "Traffic" movie. I recommend it. It's very bizarre....but at the same time, oh so lovely. Four separate, distinct storylines. I love it. I'd watch it again tomorrow, but because of Blockbuster's ridiculously schizophrenic rules, Dad unfortunately has to drop it off before work.
Things are not getting better with Erik. In fact, they are getting worse. Much worse.
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