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2001-02-05 || 4:42 || my boys are leaving and i'm getting a bit nervous. || dear boys who are planning on leaving me this summer for the promise of barbeques and fred meyer and new hot chicks to look at on the sidewalk, i am waiting for the family meeting where we all sit on the blue flower couch in the living room and discuss matters. like how we are going to manage birthdays. and impromptu dance parties. and carpooling to san francisco. and bust a move competitions. i am waiting for you all to individually pull me aside in the kitchen and whisper that i should go too, that it won't be the same without me. that those potato pancakes i made that night at jason't were really good, and you don't know what you would have done if i weren't at the rite aid that night to tell you to buy acrylic paint instead of oil. that i should be right there in portland in case you need my violin bow again, because it would be silly to call me at 11:37 at night to ask for rosin when i am here in albany. we have records to record. comics to finish. bottles and bottles of grape soda to buy from the gas station on the corner. club lovelies to go to. i think i deserve a family meeting. just so that i could tape it and watch it on nights when the planet seems turned upside down in a very lonely fashion. so that i could know that this is really going to happen and prepare for it, the mass exodus that leaves me in the backyard without a key to unlock the door. love, jenny guestbook || notes || archives || profile || photos || d-land |