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spider web, Ray Charles said
episode 37 of the guerillas is up, not that I've read them yet, but Helen told me.
I held out for as long as I could, I did, but then, but then, when I had no sleep and we watched the High School Dance Team championships on ESPN and she said "see, wasn't JC on the team in high school" it was all over for me, and next thing I knew Chris had a hotrod and Lance was jealous.
So now I'm going back and reinitiating.
in other news, apparently I'm the most outstanding author in the whole wide world! That is, at least, as far as the crazies at the Jeds are concerned. and that's...something. At least insofar as little LE rocks my personal pimpmobile casbah. and a fine showing by WW slashers, kids.
in other other news, I might want to go off these meds, or switch, or something. This numb-all-the-time, sleeping-all-the-time is very weird for a crackpot like me. but I'm cruisin', cruisin'.
Because I thought, imagine if I got out of this apartment and sold all my stuff and just sort of lived out of my car for a while? Then, once the Henson check came, I'd be flush and I could run away, with G & Jo in December, and I wouldn't have to come back, I could settle somewhere quiet and sit out the war behind my own martini glass.
"you said you needed time, you had time" on this cd I made for G. and is it ridiculous that this past week in snooty Princeton NJ with G and Helen ranks among the better weeks in my life? That it was just that good to get just that far out of town, get just that drunk (a lot, often, and we laughed and talked girl talk), run around, safe enough.
Instead, for now, I'll write sexy fun with Punk, I'll watch Farscape, and I'll find the way to have enough money to get the fuck outta Dodge.
Cruisin', baby. Cruisin'. I gotta call some people this week.
maybe we should ALL move to Pittsburgh, and open our slasher retreat there?
I held out for as long as I could, I did, but then, but then, when I had no sleep and we watched the High School Dance Team championships on ESPN and she said "see, wasn't JC on the team in high school" it was all over for me, and next thing I knew Chris had a hotrod and Lance was jealous.
So now I'm going back and reinitiating.
in other news, apparently I'm the most outstanding author in the whole wide world! That is, at least, as far as the crazies at the Jeds are concerned. and that's...something. At least insofar as little LE rocks my personal pimpmobile casbah. and a fine showing by WW slashers, kids.
in other other news, I might want to go off these meds, or switch, or something. This numb-all-the-time, sleeping-all-the-time is very weird for a crackpot like me. but I'm cruisin', cruisin'.
Because I thought, imagine if I got out of this apartment and sold all my stuff and just sort of lived out of my car for a while? Then, once the Henson check came, I'd be flush and I could run away, with G & Jo in December, and I wouldn't have to come back, I could settle somewhere quiet and sit out the war behind my own martini glass.
"you said you needed time, you had time" on this cd I made for G. and is it ridiculous that this past week in snooty Princeton NJ with G and Helen ranks among the better weeks in my life? That it was just that good to get just that far out of town, get just that drunk (a lot, often, and we laughed and talked girl talk), run around, safe enough.
Instead, for now, I'll write sexy fun with Punk, I'll watch Farscape, and I'll find the way to have enough money to get the fuck outta Dodge.
Cruisin', baby. Cruisin'. I gotta call some people this week.
maybe we should ALL move to Pittsburgh, and open our slasher retreat there?
congrats
(Anonymous) 2001-10-16 05:20 am (UTC)(link)And my family is from Pittsburgh. It's one of the most beautiful places in the world, in my biased view. Or, at least, the road leading up to my grandmother's house and her house - that's pretty darned beautiful.
-k