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2003-01-29 || 7:33 p.m. || last night i dreamed you were a pony. || i am relying on extended boggle sessions and clandestine cigarette breaks and richard brautigan reading his poetry late at night (so iffy on whether i should write that, the listening to rb on the stereo ((mb made me a cdr for christmas. you have to ask him and he'll make you one. magical!!)) part, because although amazingly beautiful in reality, it sounds so. em. scene from bad teevee movie of my life. but.) and owen being back for mutual pep talks on the porch ("you and me, we're quality people. we're tops. think about it.") and tomorrow. tomorrow my kelly gets up here and friday we embark on magical adventure to san diego with o and maybe mr. denver and matilda the van for anthony's art opening(look right there! click on anthony! so very proud of my not really brother!) and o's show at the che. dear san diego, please go to the che on sunday. hand sisters and casiotone and maybe mr. denver and the anchors. ps. the hand sisters are easy. pps. hand sisters will be manning merch table, we'll set you up real nice. so. but. yes. that will be nice, i think, and i will leave the dark clouds and black squiggles and less than ideal outfits at a rest stop on the 5 so that i can return fully functional with only the most spectacular of sentiments. love, jennifer annabelle guestbook || notes || archives || profile || photos || d-land |