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2001-08-31 || 8:50 a.m. || trip = guilt trip || the tum is a-rumblin and the shirt buttons keep burstin open, damn. the bags are packed and the hair is cut (thank you, miss elka.) and i'm feeling antsy to get the hell out. and hit the wall of terrible awful traffic keeping me from my fabulous destinations. julie and andreas's apartment in los angeles and mum and dad in laguna and sissy's in san diego and melissa's in san diego and and and. and i am very excited. and i am feeling very nervy and bad because meow meow is on her own for five days and i know she will be fine, feline dance parties and bingo sessions and whatnot, but. oh. poor girl. i am hoping she won't raise a ruckus. i am hoping she won't have any of that cat olympics in the hallway so that the landlady hears her. i hope she isn't terribly bored. or terribly lonely (oh my god. she is going to be so lonely!!). or terribly mean-spirited and proceeds to pee on my clothes and chew a hole through the desk. oh meow, i am so sorry. i will bring you back souvenirs. you like the snowglobes, right? or a san diego t-shirt? when i get back i promise we can watch as many nature shows as you like. i will feed you all the english toffee and pizza crusts you want. you can have power of the remote. you can bite my ankles and scar up my forearms. just don't be lonely. or mad at me. or too loud. love, jenny guestbook || notes || archives || profile || photos || d-land |