damn. i straight up bout got my ass to' UP by this chick. but not quite. i pulled a less than brilliant justification, but i think it served OK. I just feared really getting into it with my obsessive need to set things right and thoroughly communicate and then no one would even want to read it because it would be 10 pages long. I got called a "bleeding heart liberal" though, that was pretty cool. Haven't been called that since I went to Oak Ridge nuclear weapons manufacturing facility and got accosted by a citizen militia of crazy-ass superviolent Xtian veterans convinced that we should bomb the rest of the "Japs" because they're all from hell. And their first task was to try and beat the shit out of me and some old Raging Grannies ladies and some Buddhist monks.
That was back in the bright-eyed good old days. I remember what I looked like at that time, I had my Whitey Cornrows, i carried some big-ass flag with PAZ written on it, and i wore a sign that said "anti-proliferation NOT anti veteran" and i wore this blue gauze for a skirt but then I started bleeding all over it so my bottom half was covered in warrior bloodstains (protesting....and me without a pad! heavens to betsy!).
Dave used to program Brian's computer alarm to say "shemales rawk harrrrrrd cock!" in this computer voice every morning and he couldn't figure out how to turn it off.
i had an argument with a hostile person OVER THE GODDAMN INTERNET. how kool is that? I hope it turns out OK though, but if it doesn't, know what? It was over the goddamn internet. And some people, they just don't want to hear anyone else's story, although I'd like to hear theirs. People don't got no time for that shit, though. It really got to me, more than usual, because of course i am a hypersensitive bleeding heart liberal on many levels, and i feel like that whole deal took a lot out of me but also put a lot in. It's so weird writing something that would be better talked about in person. But it's cool, i hope playing the diplomat, like playing house, can end at any time. Like when it is time for SNACKS!
today i did minimal filing, and I ate vegetarian baloney, which my dad likes to call either "phoney baloney" or "bologna baloney". whenever i think of baloney, i think of when i used to babysit jeremy and holten, and the only thing to eat all day was oreos and baloney. oh, and spaghettios. ohhhhh, spaghettios always make me think of t-murder.
Man, like 8 people IMed me at once tonight, like, all these folks from enloe and a-town all decided that although we never really chat, it was time to make contact. and people say the stars lie, goddamn. it was crazy. also, summer is marooned in Nueva York because of the storm, her train can't run so we had to figure out a way for her to come back.. ...she's hoppin a greyhound from Union Station in DC, cause that's as far south as they can go i guess. So I'm picking her up tomorrow night and taking her to Gboro.....it'll be actually pretty fun to do a mini road trip with her. Jesus, what will i do when my best friend is on another continent AGAIN? I talked to B only for a moment, the rest of the whole night was chaos. OK, that was officially my 14 year old section. moving on........
I got a guidebook for chile today. gettin pretty psyched. getting PRETTY FUCKIN PSYCHED about the vagina monologes. leigh told me she's bringing her boyfriend, who seems neat but freaks me out because he really resembles jordan hester. awesome. let's tally that. so now it comes to, let's see, i will be ecstatically simulating dozens of uninhibited orgasms in front of my Catholic parents who have NO clue of my sexual experience or activity, my younger brother who was horrified when we brought him to Lesbian open mic folksinger night at this cafe, and my younger sister who I KNOW my mother has told should "wait till she's married," if you catch my cucumber, and oh, her boyfriend, who i just met about 6 hours ago. Awesome! Actually, i am really nervous but think that everything Will Be Ok. i mean, i thought i would be disowned for screaming "cunt" in front my father, but he loved it man! how cool is that? But hey, i picked this one because i really really really thought it would be fun and have always wanted to do it. and now i'm getting to. COME SEE ME AND PAY FIVE DOLLAS SO WE CAN GIVE IT STRAIGHTAWAY TO HELPMATE SUCKAS! Y'all KNOW we needs that cash flow going to places like..........Madison County. For reals.
anyway, i'm dead tired. actually my mind is racing but the body, it's giving out like an old hounddog. I watched part of a dog show with my father the other day, completely without irony.
hmmm. i reclaimed Puffy from the boxes. She kind of reeks, and i just realized she hasn't had a bath since the trip this summer out west.....and that i think we've been subconsciously avoiding it because i don't want to wash off the magical mystical dust and grime of a spiritual awakening fantastiquest zen trip 2002 for reals. but, as always, things like that are best left on the inside of one's heart, and not ground into the folds and wrinkles of a careworn pink rabbit.
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