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2002-10-29 || 1:20 p.m. || d i s t r a c t e d || would very much like to get a hold of one's sweater-clad shoulders and shake oneself a bit, not so much that the teeth begin to chatter, but just so that the hair flops down into the eyes and one has to tilt her head back to see properly, and say in a stern commanding voice: 'snap out of it, dearie! really, this is embarrassing for the lot of us! either call him and tell him what's bothering you (1. you know what his sheets look like, what it feels like to wake up on saturday mornings with them crushed against a wall. 2. he does have a spectacular voice. 3. he talks in a funny crooked absolutely dreamalicious way, his mouth forming words with the left side in mind.) or move on and don't look back! it is getting so very old! we're bored to tears around here!' i drove the wrong way up a one way street this morning. it didn't even scare me. i just pulled over and waved to all the people honking at me like it was my parade and i was the intersection queen, wishing happy days and pleasant head-on collisions. guestbook || notes || archives || profile || photos || d-land |