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2002-10-22 || 5:04 p.m. || georgia was the fourth state admitted to the union! || but there were other parts. k yelling 'phoenix! rock and roll!' in that loud whispery voice every time the flight attendant made mention of. well. phoenix. walking in circles in the dark, block by block by block, peering through steamed up windows and crossing the street to avoid boys on bikes. sitting in a bar with k, drinking the same rum and coke and writing a completely scientific list of the essential differences between the sisters hand ( 1. k loves guitar wanking. j cannot. stand. it. 2. k has long hair. j has never maintained anything over 3.87". 3. k wears ankle socks. 4. k can grow spectacular arm pit hair. 7. (written in with a shaky kelly hand) k can shake a booty to stop the world. 8. j has impeccable handwriting. 15. (in the kelly hand) k secretly sings aloud to the newest blink-182 song; j secretly air-organs to organ music hour on NPR. ). speaking with bad accents. taking the best not-very-dirty pictures in motel room number 16. watching three hours of 'making the band' on beloved motel-provided cable. not understanding the taco bell lady or the bulldog inn fellow for the twang. seeing angelic doug martsch sing so many covers, oh, in that sweet doug m way. tracking down the very best banana pudding and red velvet cake, having to eat it in shifts. choosing our respective georgia dream houses. singing the rock*a*teen's 'on piedmont' while driving on piedmont. k licking the word 'cabbagetown' when i found it on a map (rock*a*teens). wishing wishing wishing fred schneider would just visit our motel room already. gunshots and punched-in holes in the walls. lovely lovely lovely athens (h.l., i hoped to see you on your bicycle...). coordinated ginghamy outfits. fighting in an atlanta parking lot. jumping on the bed and slipping perilously to recover by jumping onto kelly's face. well. almost. waffle houses everywhere. my sissy, dancing around in the street. guestbook || notes || archives || profile || photos || d-land |