2002-01-26 || 10:46 a.m.

|| wow. i made the best coffee ever this morning. ||

in my address book it says street and on your return address it says avenue and i am worried you're not going to get what i sent you. a street is not an avenue and i'm not sure what the difference is and is there some sort of letter purgatory? will that part of me be stuck in a canvas bin saying hail marys forever?

there's a picture of me in that letter. me and meow meow and i wasn't sure of it, i looked at it for a while, but i needed something to cover the stitches so i affixed with four hopelessly perfect black photo corners.

fingerprints and film and elmer's glue and full of grace the lord is with that one, i hope.

it is 10:47. i am supposed to be at work today making up for lost time and lost zeros on the paycheck (oh how that car tune up wrecked me. the mechanic sent me a thank you letter, please do business with us again letter, remember what we said about the timing belt and drive belt and oh is that service engine soon light on again because we really should take care of that as well letter. the next time we see you with money in your pockets yo come see us we value your business, ugh.) but when i woke up it was raining. and there is nothing better than lying around with rain outside. and the promise of work lady 'breakfast club' complete with the bosslady's special batch of scrambled eggs and grits and four kinds of juice just can't get me up, not when it's so warm and lovely right here in apartment twenty.

and there is something to be said for jacques pepin and this funny skateboarding show that completely ripped off the search for animal chin. (oh. and that. remember the small stint last summer of watching that video over and over and figuring our who would be whom from the bones brigade for halloween? everyone wanted to be johnny rad but tony hawk was a good one as well for the sake of the elaborate hair. sigh.)

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