2005-01-16 || 4:53 p.m.

|| quality time. ||

i wish my camera were in arm's reach because i would take a picture of this cat smushed in the most uncomfortable way on my lap between the desk and my boob. you can't breathe like that. and whenever i pet her she lets out this disgruntled meow. oh madam meow.
2005: do not talk about your cat so much.
kelly has my car. she took yesterday to make it to shE.L.O practice (blossoming E.L.O all-girl cover band. updates to follow. let us just say three of the foxiest girls plus the spirit of jeff lynne? magical.) and i was to meet her in the city last night but had an unexpected fashion breakdown. f.b. = trying on clothes all panic-stricken and upset. finding that i am not possibly going to win the battle with my self esteem. the betrayal of all house mirrors. losing the will to take the circuitous journey into the mission and slowly yet happily resigning to an evening alone indoors on the couch watching 'badlands' again.
and today, after a very nice morning house party with my favorite brian (coffee and boggle and frozen pizza and succumbing to the arcade fire), quality alone time continued with a walk to the art store, which didn't fail in its good-looking-patron/employee factor, flirting with one of said employees at the counter, a walk to the grocery store outlet that usually makes me depressed because of the feeling of post-apocalyptic foodchoice desperation, and a round-about walk through my neighborhood to home.
very nice.
rick bayless is on iron chef america tonight. mummy called the other day just to alert us to the fact. we are hoping he will curse out the sous chefs and cause a prima donna scene. i hope his daughter is there fiddling with a gameboy in the VIP box.
tonight will get better; i promise. i might go out and socialize.

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