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2003-03-31 || 9:59 a.m. || oh for crying out loud. || i have a whole lot to write about. subjects include: *how much i love miss nicole and ganging up to torture michael ex-boyfriend and sing weezer songs loudly in the car. we drove to seattle yesterday for o's show and traveled in a most liesurely fashion, getting lost and stopping at a thrift store for coats and pants and pippi longstocking video, stopping in olympia for saigone rendezvous and ambling up and down blocks for coffee. in seattle we got to see brian & karen for the shortest amount of time and moved equipment around and watched the small show in the art gallery. *the art gallery party, whose highlights if you ask me are shooting the bb gun at pabst cans in a haunted basement, kicking cans across the gallery floor with dear molly,, and uniting the small very attractive army comprised of michael's ex-girlfriends to dance around him in circles and smirk into our collars. ps. the gallery did quite well that night, despite ex-girlfriend gangs/guns/extensive hockey games bringing together the unholy union of drunkards + flying metal (tin?) objects. *lazing about on m's porch swing in very nice unexpected weather and winning over miso the cat to the point of blissful drooling (him, not me). *the drunken party of four at dot's the other night and walking home at lightning speed, all happy and flushed. *nicole's scary scary house that is so lovely and quaint and h-a-u-n-t-e-d. i had to cover my ears going up and down the flight of stairs. yay ghosts. *seeing michael in all his portland glory... eating at the virginia cafe and smoking on the stoop and arguing and being there to see him in all his glory at the gallery... very very proud. o and i are driving back today. i see lil kim in our future. ps. got a speeding ticket on the way up. dag. guestbook || notes || archives || profile || photos || d-land |