Perched Atop a Gentle Knoll at the End of a Long and Private Gravel Drive Monday, Jan 31 2005 

:: 2005 31 January :: 12.56 pm
:: Mood: pissed off
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(christie’s says: PROPERTY NOT FOUND.)

they’re gonna get it sooooo bad.

www.CheesilyThoughtProvokingRoadsideChurchBulletinTaglines.com Sunday, Jan 30 2005 

:: 2005 30 January :: 10.53 am
:: Mood: speculative
:: Music: Billy Bragg and Wilco, Ingrid Bergman
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oh, trevling, you are my rock and i am on your roll. (?)

woke up at. seven-thirty. found kilt, went to sunday. sat in the back and watched aleque chat online with the seymourwireless, reading cosmo sutra article. had a mcgriddle and was inspired to read cosmo girl with emmet and asa over whipped cream and summitesque reddi-shred.

my feelings on last night -

(there was italian wedding soup and there was matt on urb and a hidden giraffe in the wall mural and there were disney princess colored cafe chairs, all of which ordinarily would have made me feel comfortably in-between)

i am confused as to why i agreed to set myself amongst a group of people who i have disappointed so much. but i agree that it was the right choice to go – just. i wish i could get my act together enough to produce a concise and weighty truth. i feel like that’s what i’m supposed to be doing. ali is right. i didn’t even get my pants back. it is just easy to see that ben is right- they’ve both done worlds more for him since he got home. egh. i’m just ashamed. there is not even a pretense of self-defense on this one.

this morning my whole body aches, half from falling asleep on the computer at three in the morning, and half from having to sit through another hour of stillness – the sun was out and i wanted fifteen minutes of spring, just for the dry grass and the color. i called motherfather and they thought i was planning to stay in hudson alone over midwinter? no, they thought i would stay with margaret or ali or something, and, funnily, i am not in either set of good graces. which is only partially my fault. will i go home? they’ll call.

(your house is beautiful and . at least someone achieved connecticut.)

my roommate is clipping her toenails at an impressive volume. i hate her, and i hate tuhin chakraborty.

I’m Building a Shrine to my New Electric Drawing Tablet Saturday, Jan 29 2005 

:: 2005 29 January :: 7.40 am
:: Mood: upset
:: Music: L’amour stories, Deerhoof
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hmm.

sigh.

caffienatidjazz: i’ll see you soon. soon soon. i got to get through this winter

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