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2001-07-23 || 2:24 p.m. || i am still in portland. although this time i feel kind of wilty and ready for east bay fog. || meow. still in portland. it is hot and i am a crab encased in polyester. feeling woozy from the bottle of hard lemonade i had with my pizza at lunch. i want to nap and listen to the growls of the muscle cars tearing paths down the length of ne 31st avenue. yesterday was walking across bridges in search of ice cream. getting very grumbly in reading frenzy because of all the beautiful crafty things that i didn't make. wandering and looking for good trash on the sidewalk. we went to the wnba game and yelled until we were hoarse. i got to drive o's van to the pied cow and a lovely gang of us sat under a tree ceiling eating desserts and drinking sassy beers and getting fortunes told from a deck of playing cards. laughing too loud and telling stories. hugging our sweaters under stars and never mustering up the nerve to try a hookah. after that we drove back to o and m's in the van and oh. if i could bottle that twenty minutes up in the van i swear it would glow like fireflies. announcing our names the way the emcee at the basketball game did and laughing at everything and a policeman who redirected us off our way home because there was 'an armed guy.' back in the house we sat in the kitchen again, the whiskey was brought out, i grabbed my ball of yarn and needles (oh muffie you will be so proud of me!). but we lost steam fast and i lay for a bit in pajamas reading zines and listening to that crazy portland quiet. i will miss you, sweet town, even if the mind-blowing overabundance of wall-to-wall cute kids (i cannot even believe. they are like an insect infestation. with very cute hair cuts and bicycles and sweaters with pearly buttons.) is giving me a complex. xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxooxoxoxo guestbook || notes || archives || profile || photos || d-land |