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2005-06-30 || 1:01 a.m. || raspberry-stained fingers, || i have a hard time recalling what day of the week it is and couldn't tell you the date if my life depended on it. i just know it's T-minus so many days until my twenty-ninth birthday monday. twenty-nine! 29! i have absolutely no hang-ups about the number, actually. i am somehow right where i want to be, if not a little closer to the lovelies i got to see last weekend. today we went to sauvie island with owen and regan and picked berries. we got stomach aches and sunburns and bet how many pounds of blueberries and raspberries we had collected (14.5. regan won.). we made jam in regan's kitchen and there is something to be said for being unemployed in summer in portland, except for the part of complaining about the cost of mason jars. have i told you kelly is visiting? that on our way up to oregon she played the guitar in the passenger seat and sang the most beautiful songs she wrote about the desert? i was blown away, actually. she is in the kitchen brushing her teeth and spitting in the sink (perhaps she is unacquainted with the bathroom and the plumbing it offers?) and i keep thinking when she leaves i will go with her. have i also told you my pops ran into huell howser last weekend in yosemite? i have pictures, dude. dad says he spotted him with film crew at the top of yosemite falls and was real upset that mum couldn't make the hike up to strategically take pictures. he got to shake his hand, though. that will keep brian murphy goin for days. but: 29. i will spend these last days of 28-ness, nestled deep in the safe twenties, walking around with me sis and steering michael home after too much whisky and scientology conspiracy talk and camping and jam consumption (come over! i shall make you crepes with blueberry jam!). cannot believe i am going to be 29. guestbook || notes || archives || profile || photos || d-land |