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2002-04-16 || 9:43 p.m. || i just keep talking about the tango. i can't help it. || i am dizzy. i don't know why i am dizzy. tonight i was supposed to work on presenty things for all the april birthday friends (oh, you birthday boys, you all will feel so loved and appreciated! or. that is the idea. that is the intention.). but. instead. i returned the late late videos. i burnt corn chips in the broiler. i played various computery games. i watched bad television. i sang a frank sinatra song because really one of these days i will do karaoke, i will. without peeing my pants or spontaneously losing my voice. for some reason i didn't call me da back. for some reason i didn't get out the crafty birthday ingredients. i didn't work on the novel even though i was incredibly inspired by nico's 'little sister' and thought up the most brilliant scene where our favorite protagonist is lying on her bed feeling all emo and suddenly realizes how sad that song is. ooh i am dizzy. today on the bus ride home i imagined my wedding in great detail. i have never done that before, not down to location and flowers and dresses and the wedding party. details and then fuzzy faces, switching the cast, having to think hard about who my best friends are, if those i would ask to be a part of such a thing would be surprised they hold that spot to me. the vast majority of my bridesmaids will be boys. my dad and i will have learned how to tango by then and a short father/daughter tango sesh will not be at all. weird. (why aren't there boys willing to learn how to do these things? besides dads?)(that is sexist, hem. sorry. but really. no boys want to learn how to tango.) (and tangoing is so. em. sexy. it is. you could slick yer hair back and wear some sassy pants or something.) (and everyone in a twenty-five mile radius would be like hot diggety! that's the tango guy! let's lick him!) but. yeah. i never took my shoes off tonight. and i'm. dizzy. guestbook || notes || archives || profile || photos || d-land |