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the saddest blog that ever was
3.25.2003:
carnt sleep carnt sleep carnt sleep...who would have thunk it, the day cathy hsiao wakes of her own accord at 7 in the morn and carnt go back to sleep! the situation is grim indeed. i want little cubes of sleep neat and orderly like ice in a tray sliding down my throat on a warm summers day.
walkers grandpa passed away this weekend. walker's grandfather was a kansan farmer who started out with horse-drawn tractors, taught himself how to squaredance and primed the squaredancing circuit with his mad skillz. i'm sorry walker, he sounded very amazing. walker also invited me to a partay at his friends house it was fun. theinsurgent are very good. i experienced the pitting of circles and yelled 'kitchencore!' along with everyone else without the slightest urge towards irony. i dont know if that was grammatically correct, does one urge towards irony? anyway, emily cohen was there emily cohen i like you so much you are rad backwards and forwards...rad dar! rad dar! you don't know this yet but tomorrow i will call you and ask you about the truck. hopefully you will answer me with a yes. dylan wins best tatoo of the month and spazz of the year.
someone put on sam cookes old gospel band the soulsters for me last night and it was so good! i loved it so much. sam you are my only friend. we shuffled our feet awkwardly back and forth on the shaggy carpet and called it dancing. then martha and the vandellas came on and the night was complete. i have never rode my newly-fixed bicycle home so drunk before! (thank you kai & momovelo i hope the new shop is tip-top) now i have a big bruise n my butt, presumably from falling off my lovely japanese city cycle at 55th and market, then 57th and market, and finally 61st and idaho. no, youdaho beeyach. the denizens of oakland were more bemused than confused yet it was barely eleven not even the witching hour. why, eileen doesnt even wake up from her nap until 11pm and that's just to jump in the shower. this early drinking thing and me, we just dont mix. hang over factor: moderate to high. cathystirednow. interesting comment sen i wonder what you are basing your judgement on.
reasons why my life has the approximate circumferance(sp?) of a walnut shell:
1. i go see house, meet nice young men at house. they say i can probly move in cept their friend is also deciding. their friend is marissa who i used to think looked just like eileen but everyone has convinced me otherwise. they are friends with oscar and the cuts.
coincidence? perhaps, read on dear reader.
2. i go see other house. bike pulls into lorina street, street seems vaguely familiar. house seems even more familiar, harking back to some distant booze-soaked memory. et voila! other house is boy i went out with for four days and supervisor at work's old house. room i would be moving into is room i've already spent a couple of nights in long long ago, tee hee. i did like that boy w/out a colon but alas he did not return my affections, perhaps because i was one of the colon-nites. that wasn't funny at all. crohns disease is not funny and his favorite movie was whos afraid of virginia woolf and i admire that because it is a difficult favorite movie.
3. i need 2nd job. look for random job on craigslist, go to randomly apply in-store. working in said store is the very person whom it would be most demeaning to be applying for a job from at this moment in my life. nuff said.
4. my boss at the art gallery has a reception at the art gallery paige now works at. paige's boyfriend is really good friends with my boss at the film festival. the music director/boss person at my film festival is good friends with my roommates' good friends. who knows this? nobody but me baby, nobody but me, and well now you.
will someone please write some music to the terrible lyrics that keep spinning in my head before they leak out onto this page as 'poetry'!
Blog // 4:15 PM
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