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2003-12-14 || 2:52 a.m. || s-a-t-u-r-d-a-y night || up and the tiniest bit intoxicated. the cats are trying to catch bits of paper and moths and the rain is hitting the windows every once in a while with such a force i have to ask said cats if they notice it. tonight we went to a santa lucia swedish pancake party in the city: kelly and b and some of my oldest friends here in a kitchen with fogged up windows. passing whiskey and eating too many cookies and my sister on my lap, eating hunks of very expensive cheese. in the backyard between rain gusts o sat on the stairs smoking while kelly and b made up a rousing rendition of stomp. scarves and soggy jackets and trying to catch up with rapidfire question. kissing the same boy under the mistletoe four years running. we flew across the bridge and went to another party, in an old office building-cum-very nice allegedly haunted flat. i never got the whole story of the ghost situation, but looked for looming secretaries and hazy girl fridays among the throngs of cool kids and breakdancing moves. b is now legendary for his dancing (a sight to behold and if kelly were there i think the carpet would have caught on fire). guestbook || notes || archives || profile || photos || d-land |