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2001-06-05 || 12:02 p.m. || o van, thy name is skeletor || it's june fifth, holy holy. a year ago right about this time we were on tour. we were driving at all hours of the night north north north. smoking and singing and watching for animals running across the highway. we found that typewriter store in olympia with the dreamiest sign ever and i took the best polaroid of my life. i had short short hair and was in between boyfriends and happy to be crammed in a van with all those kids. it is making me very sentimental and sad and anxious that this summer won't be quite as spectacular. no vans and no sister and no psychotic cats keeping us up at night. no brilliant birthday barbeque and no unemployment and worst of all, no michael and no owen. that beloved van has turned on me. it will be driving north north north this summer, following the same lines and highways and scenery, but this time it will be full of boxes and suitcases and stray coat hangers. holding two best friends captive. whispering appealing snippets from portland tour guides in that grumbly whisper to make them feel they have made the right decision. no roadies this time. no designated drivers. no cheerleaders for the long haul, i'll be home. two weeks. guestbook || notes || archives || profile || photos || d-land |