after seeing lots of hippie clothes at the flea parket, i came to the conclusion that hippie clothes are infantile, more specifically that they are only taken seriously by adn pleasing to children....i would LOVE that shit if i was a little kid, patchy clothes and bright colors, and corduroy patchwork shorts on grown men.....but for the life of me i don't get it on adults, including myself. but hey, i respect people's right to wear whatever they want, yo.

i got an email from gaby this evening, just a working-out-the-kinks one, but good to hear from her anyway. she hasn't even left for death valley yet, i thought she was dead thoguh. for some reason i just can't picture ehr doing trail maintenance, much less even BEING in Death Valley. i know she said she went camping at least once, when she was dating that diorsha fellow, but girls who only camp with their boyfriends are not campers. anynway, all i mean is that i have a tough time picturing gabriel hacking out underbrush with a machete, actually i have a hard time picturing her out in the sun. whateva man, i don't mean for this to sound instigatory or insulting. i hope she has a good time.

i watched the osbournes and insomniac, man my standards for entertainment have significantly lowered since i've gotten home, it's pretty embarrassing. there is this guy at work, a pizza cook, greg, who wears black combat boots and always brings in mix tapes to listen to as he tosses dough. he's pretty cute, but his voice is eerily JUST like dezendorf's, but without the pretentiousness and general dorky know-it-all tone. he's the same type of super-masculine strapping neanderthally type of guy, which is the body type i generally go for anyway in males but never seem to attain. i just attract the pale weird little skinny ones, or the gross old guys, or guys who don't speak english, or scary thug guys. i ain't complaining, i DO find it funny though. There's another cool guy who makes pizzas, he gets in dough fights with people, and has a speech impediment. the other guy who isn't sleazy is also pretty cute, but his name is Umis and i have no idea what country he is from because he doesn't speak english very well. he wears bucket hats all the time, but i don't think he's one of those dave matthews band fratty guys.

i emailed brian today, he really annoys me sometimes, is this news, no it is not. i wonder if he thinks i am too clingy of a friend. i wrote him because we haven't talked in about a week or so, so, you know, i like to keep in touch with my friends. so i think the email is appropriate, i'm going for not too pushy but still curious. he's one of those who prefers to avoid rather than confront (yeah look who's talking right?), he has avoided me before, i worry, probably for no reason. in any case, how could one have more space than like 3000 miles or something, i don't feel like i'm being pushy or instrusive or anything, i haven't TALKED to the dude in a week anyway. so, worried i am? no. i tend to get paranoid or overexcited about stuff and vividly imagine/anticipate events to come of other events, i think women do this. right. i had to make a delivery to the Foxy Lady nightclub tonight. THAT was interesting. more on that later, i think. fuck, yo, i HAVE to stop watching so much TV. i can feel my rain cells being choked off in little sections, pleading with me not to watch south park or MTV undressed, one's like drowning and the other's like burning. i feel stupid, glazed, and dulled. i'm reading a good book right now, called "the woman warrior" about a chinese-american woman, it's so beautiful it's like poetry, and i haven't in all my feminism really given too many second glances to asian women. this is kind of sick, maybe racist, but it is putting me in the mood to watch crouching tiger, hidden dragon. is that racist? how lame is that? i mean, it's not as crude as "asian=kung fu movies" because so far teh book has described the trials of a goddess-warrior who trains adn becomes the general of an army and flies adn uses mind-swords and stuff. see? cool, huh? had a good time playing guitar though, last night, instead of going out and socializing cause i was tired, i figured out how to play "why don't we do it in the road" and sang it all night and really annoyed my siblings and their friends, who all made fun of me.