2001-11-14 || 11:26 a.m.

|| i like the sound of epsilon ||

the alarm woke me up at seven and meow meow was lying next to me so i grabbed her tail because for some reason it was very important to hold on. and i fell back asleep to dream of being held captive in a fraternity house (but it wasn't one of the houses i love so much up around durant and college. up on piedmont. i hope those boys appreciate those houses. wood paneling and ghosts, secret passageways and hollow footsteps and the comforting smell of one-hundred-year-old mildew. i want to start a fraternity. a sorori-frat. where no one is actually going to school. where like-minded individuals, boys and girls, live in a brilliant old house to lie about on couches and sip tea and play video games. hold dance parties in the basement. slalom racing down carpeted staircases on lumpy couch pillows. matching t-shirts, maybe, if we could come up with a good slogan to spell with iron-on letters. dinner for 22 and mail call every day a four o'clock sharp.) ahem. let's pay attention to the dream, jenny. oh yes. ...where they were making my sister and i chant their secret greek slogans and wash their counter tops and participate in a marketing survey in a back room somewhere. we were trying to escape and they were threatening to whack us with their wooden paddles (their insignias burned into the face of the wood, brandishing them like good ol' boys) and when i woke up it was 10 minutes to eight and could hear my bus heaving around the corner onto my street. dag.

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