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2001-10-31 || 4:56 p.m. || ideally. || ideally: the apartment building is teeming with young like-minded sassy individuals at the ready to watch bad teevee and eat chinese take-out on living room floors and walk around the corner to the hotsy totsy at a moment's notice. i own a brown dodge dart and wear scarves and driving goggles, even just to the supermarket. there are always a lot of vegetables in the refrigerator, and i have the energy/ability to concoct marvelous tasty things with them (meaning: a 3/4 full case of beer does not hog up most of the room. there is not a large bowl stationed in the middle of the main shelf to collect the water that inexplicably but like clockwork leaks from somewhere in the freezer region. the leftovers fairy has paid a visit to haul out the 4-month old containers of soup and lentils and half-assed not-very-good-in-the-first-place casseroles that have now taken on wild unnatural vibrant however unappetizing colors.). i own chairs. i am taking great mind-expanding classes that keep me from watching sheena and baywatch and SG-1 on sunday afternoons. i am taking advantage of my wondrous surroundings, i.e. solano avenue and tilden and the bay. i am sewing my own dresses with a very nice very dependable electric sewing machine. i am making zines. and printing them. and sending them to real live people. i write to the grandmas on a regular basis. i deeply have the hots for someone who appreciates the late night throwing of pennies at lit up windows, the secret messages written with a sliver of soap on bathroom mirrors, the sleeping in on saturday mornings and accidentally going the wrong way on the freeway because we are having such intense conversations. i keep in touch with everyone i love. i like having my picture taken. my hair always looks fantastic. i don't care at all about the wrinkles i've been noticin lately. i do not smoke. i don't get shy and sensitive and annoyingly emo. i make brilliant art for the sake of hanging it on my own damn walls. i convince my sister to move up here and we start a cat-lady's house proper, with themed rooms and a jungle backyard and so much premium cat food we've taken to eating it ourselves. it rains every sunday afternoon. i never have to do laundry. i have a front porch and a window sill to sit on. there are trees around and at night i can see the moon from my window. guestbook || notes || archives || profile || photos || d-land |