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2002-11-09 || 11:21 p.m. || "are there supermarkets up there?" || allo. saturday night and the casino/bingo madness ideas have been trampled by the fact that there is no bingo on saturdays, not at that place, place of fancy carpet and watery drinks, place of big hair and papery skin and electronic music = money. instead there is the battle royale to end all wrestling matches (wedgies and head locks and getting thrown off my bed, sideways), electronic music = kid niki radical ninja, tired full bellies and and. my sister moves here tomorrow. i am not excited and not sure why, perhaps because i cannot believe it quite yet. promise promise promise and years and years and tomorrow a truck and a buick full of black cats arrives, driving slowly determined up fell street. i forecast more cat hair and cakes. lying on her bed seething with jealousy for closet space (dear kelly, many coats will be transported across the bay to take residence in your parts.). two tin cans and quite a length of string, spanning the length of the bay from window to window, carrying sisterwords and compacted laughter. mummy and dad are coming up for thanksgiving (mum: "are there supermarkets there?") there are no supermarkets in berkeley, according to me mum's imagination. guestbook || notes || archives || profile || photos || d-land |