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2001-08-01 || 2:46 p.m. || yay. i may developing the beginnings of kissing fever? || hooray for wednesday: i have not tried to murder any of the work ladies. i got a reasonable night's sleep with minimal thrashing about. i discovered late last night that due to the heartbreak diet i can again fit into a vast array of lovely pants that had been lying dormant in the closet for months and months. i bought the following books for $5.89 at lunch time: the sterile cuckoo (love it.), collection of john cheever stories, claudine in paris (trashy adolescent novel from the 60's. yes.), my brilliant career, and side effects by woody allen. while at the bookstore i ran into one of the (ex)boy's good friends, who gave me the nicest hug and seemed genuinely crushed that the boy dumped me, and promised he would give him bloody hell before i even suggested it. and. at the end of lunch, while waiting for the walk signal to turn at the enchanted crosswalk, i saw that directly in front of me was the dreamy boy i had a secret guilty crush on months ago. mmm. dreamy. he works at the student store across the street and is terribly awkward and i always catch him spilling something or messing up. and he always catches me spilling something (i.e. coffee on shirt.) or knocking something over. brilliant. and em he's probably twenty years old but he is dreamboat with an emo haircut and a slight belly and i can really get into that business, i can. well it's something to think about. it's something for the spy camera. guestbook || notes || archives || profile || photos || d-land |