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2003-07-09 || 7:22 p.m. || on a wednesday. it's not even dark yet. || tonight: come home to find a parcel with my name on it on one side and a heart and arrow on the other: no note but i know the handwriting like my own and inside is a painting of a horse. try to figure out where to hang it and send telepathic thanks and love and missyou vibes to the responsible blandy party. eat leftover gratin from brian's fancy restaurant and watch smiths videos. the smiths videos are not so good in that bad eighties lip synch way, but there is one with morrissey riding a bicycle, which just seems right. place call to new york and curse the evil disconnected awkward nature of cell phones. don't say anything worth mentioning. try to time responses against delay and pause and all those miles, all those miles, i fear this doesn't have much of a chance but i will call vigilantly anyway just in case. don't give up just yet. guestbook || notes || archives || profile || photos || d-land |