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2003-11-24 || 11:00 p.m. || just skip this one || random random updates. terribly sorry. i have been unceremoniously banned (unless you count a cloud of lysol disinfectant and co-workers holding their sleeves to their mouths and bossman backing up against a wall in terror) from work for a week thanks to a tardy diagnosis of strep throat. viva la strep all up in my tonsils! thank you, white blotches and funny voice! thank you, cups and cups of tea and infection smeared about keyboards and doorknobs! i will come back, a phoenix from soggy tissues and ashes, with a doctor's note affixed to my lapel. until then there is righteous daytime television and lazing about and the putting off of all the things a productive girl would do. hooray. dear brian, our odd non-smoking behavior somehow necessitates a larger ashtray. the front porch looks terrible. our fish ziggy starkist is the most belligerent betta yet. he picks up stones and throws them to get our attention, i swear. he is terribly surly. he does this war dance that involves shimmying around ala ziggy stardust and opening and closing his mouth. i like to think there are all kinds of profanities filling the bubbles in his bowl. i am afraid this entry is so stupid i am sorry i am gonna do it man you can't be on all the time sheeeit. i just finished we have always lived in the castle by shirley jackson and it is so very good and a. it reminds me of owen, who is my s jackson advisor, and i would like to take this opportunity to tell you how much i love my owen. he called no less than five times tonight in and out of reception along the highways of kansas and my favorite part was his story about gas stations and the usual scene being nate doing push ups while owen watches and smokes and eats candy. i will hitch a ride next tour and break out in the art world with my amazing award-winning movie of multiple gas station stops, over and over again, featuring nate getting his hundred push ups in while owen leans against the van counting and eating york peppermint patties. oh. but we have always lived in the castle. b. never have spinster sisters and integral cat characters been rendered so beautifully; will you please read it? it has affected my brain and i am thinking/writing in that merricat/eleanor from the haunting way. shirley jackson. so very wonderful. i forgot to tell you about the rapture show last week, most importantly my effed up state where i kept thinkin people were grabbing my ass and the part at the end when i got to see luke for no more than four minutes while he was signing fifteen-year-olds' social security cards. autographs, you know. and i stood and stood and fished a piece of paper out of my bag and asked him to make it out to my mum and got my cheek properly soaked with lukesweat while he signed 'dear jen's mom thanks for bringing me my jenn love luke' which is now on a refrigerator in laguna hills, held on with a real estate agency magnet. my ma was very excited once i enlightened her on the ebay value. i dyed my hair dark brown but it turned out to be this very bad 1950's dye job dark coppery number and i feel i must cultivate a beehive to do it justice. damn. i would take a picture to show you but the ghetto cam could not do its brassy stupidness justice.** i am very excited to drive down to southern california with brian for thanksgiving. it is out first longer than two hours road trip and i would like to forecast the mastering of righteous harmonizing, lots of coffee, lots of laugh fits, maybe a few stops at highway fruit stands (casa de frutas! casa de choo choo!!! aiieeeeeee!) for the sake of digital photos. hooooooray. he will meet my gold lame' grandma. sweeeet. guestbook || notes || archives || profile || photos || d-land |