2004-09-14 || 10:41 p.m.

|| fifteen minutes of hott cricket on cricket action. or waves! or a babbling brook! ||

meow meow is pushing every article off the table she's sitting on. in a most deliberate bitch-ass manner.

last night a woman walked up and down a 5-block span of our street yelling "os-CAR! os-CAR!" for approximately an hour. when i first heard it i thought it was a little boy yelling "ice CREAM!" like those men who push those heladero carts as some kind of two-in-the-morning joke, but as it got closer i could hear it was a woman. and she didn't have anything nice to say about oscar at all, wherever he was. then the neighbors started coming out to stand on the porches and yell that they were going to kick her ass, etc. she kept walking. i don't know if she ever found oscar.

oh my street.

and the thing was? i didn't mind all that much outside of the creepy stanley kubrik-ish little heladero boy pushing his cart in the middle of the street vision, for earlier last night i finally succumbed to frivolous purchase no. 347: the sweet envirascape sound spa(TM). six settings of intoxicating sounds! waves crashing! crickets chirping! scary heart beat that vibrates a lot when you crank it up!(note: at one point last night brian and i had show-and-tell of frivolous purchases. he held the e.s.s.(TM) up to his ear while on heartbeat setting and said he liked the sound of it. he was not impressed by "spring rain" nor "summer night." i tried to understand the logistics of the eye gels packed with aromatherapeutic power highly recommended by ashton kucher that had just arrived via u.s. post.) so i had my gentle waves going. it felt like when we had a boat and i used to cram myself in the little bunk down below to take naps while my da was fishing. best. cozy spot. ever. i just need to recreate the salt/nylon netting/astroturf smell.

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