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2005-04-23 || 2:31 p.m. || the morning after the night before || owen is using my toothbrush but i don't mind because even people steeped in the tender beginnings of their twenty-eighth year need to pay attention to these sorts of things. the ongoing battle for proper hygiene and wellness. we went out to brunch and no one was happy with their meals: the potatoes weren't done or the smoked salmon was questionable or the toast never arrived. i didn't mind because i drank a bloody mary at lightning speed and am now more than a little ready for a bit of a nap. my hair is now long enough to pull to my face to smell last night's upstairs room at the kerry house, all cigarette smoke and beer breath. ps: joanna and i were irresistable to the over fifty moustachioed set last night. perhaps it was the tandem red hair or emphatic ovulation, but would you like the phone number of the owner of laval's on durant? you could stop by after midnight. it's cool safe alright. no funny stuff; he's a dad of girls about our age. he just wants to talk and you smell real nice what's that tattoo on your back can i touch it. guestbook || notes || archives || profile || photos || d-land |