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2002-11-03 || 2:50 p.m. || heart shaped bike chain || heart shaped bike chain, hello. i just talked to owen on the phone. in the midst of cat hair and piles of laundry. in afghan and hawaiian dress and head wrapped in a ratty yellow bath towel. o will be here for the month of december, and kellysis is moving to san franny in two weeks. two best friendlies dropping outta the sky into my tiny bedroom: hooray. the heater has been turned on in the house and it rattles and groans every once in a while, sleepy and reluctant and very very toasty. i have mean plans to write and write and write today. as in all day. as in make some head way, you're very behind. instead i have started the massive task of laundry and i have written in my paper journal and i have listened to that s e pavement re-issue eighteen times and played approximately six games of tetris and i think i might clean the kitchen and oh i can cut my hair and i just found a very nice odd-shaped box that would be a perfect care package to send to embee in portland. what we lack here is discipline and self control. what we lack here is that go-getter spirit, that strength in an empty house, that belief in one's self to get Things Done. i would like to trade some of my parts in. i would like to be re-assembled with the shiny metal components that will make me Productive. and please send more lemonade. guestbook || notes || archives || profile || photos || d-land |