mary, age 2 or 3, runs away from home, or rather follows her family dog for aobut 3 miles. she gets lost and reaches the 8-lane highway, crosses it, and gets stuck in some brambles. she cries because she cannot get loose and realizes she's lost. a chihuahua comes up to her (not her family dog, another one) and eventually she is found by carnies, who own the chihuaua. the carnies take her back to the fairgrounds and call the police, who call her parents to come get her. she was in the salisbury paper and for a while, she received birthday cards each year from the carnies with a chihuahua paw print on the inside.

amandita is sending a disposable camera around the country to all her friends in order to prepare a welcome slideshow for marcelito upon his fist ever arrival in the u.s. have to think of a special message for him.

went to goths on wheels goth skating party last night. have you ever seen a pale, pierced man in a swooshing cape speed past you on roller skates? well you should try to arrange that someday. i was hit on after having a boy hurl himself off the rink and onto the carpeted area at an amazing speed, the round seat thingy breaking his momentum. he then pulled himself up from face-down off the floor and said "hey, i'm luke". advice: unless you are god, do NOT try to rollerskate in fake bat wings. beth managed to wrangle the ass piece from the bettie page cake. so she ate bettie page's ass for reals. i also kept getting winked at by a gorgeous girl in a sequin tutu outfit who could skate so well that she danced while skating, and one of the skatetown thug regulars asked her to skate with him.

people seem to think that anna and mary are a lesbian couple, which is funny.

oh yeah, people think me christina...and kim....and thummer...or pretty much anyone i'm standing around with are a lesbian couple. that is SO not funny. FUCK EM, let them think what they want, i consider it a compliment.

early this afternoon, it was snowing and sunny at the same time. snowing in the fucking sun! that's got to be really good luck to stand in that, or so i thought, so i did.

end of crazy stories. crazy enough for you?

went to the women in black vigil for the first time yesterday. it was wonderful, talking to claire on the phone tonight about what happened in asheville when the bombing started made me cry. why do i always cry to witness/even hear about direct action and civil disobedience? a line of beautiful old ladies silent and holding fast, all mourning and being plasti-cuffed and hauled into a paddy wagon along with peaceful kids and critical mass bikers and anyone else out there asking where the right to free speech on public property was. goddamn. sniff sniff.

the only reason i can think of is that it's so beautiful and a culture in itself, one that any person could be a part of if they wish to cultivate peace in their life.

old fucking women, serenity on their faces and panicky stomachs and love in their hearts.

i was so lucky to be in chile on that day, with events so volatile. grown adults and not just dumbass kids burning the u.s flag, OLD people shouting violent insulting phrases. what do we learn? on independence day kids getting sprayed with fire hoses, facing tanks, everything under flood conditions,

talked to amandita. it made me miss and remember things i probably wouldn't ever remember or feel again. storm sea spray, daring taste, soft textures, brown water, floating trees, living next to the sea, lonely evenings on the muelles, statues and fountains met wiht friendly indifference, los títeres del sol, 2am around the kitchen table with alyssa and her family. she showed me pictures from la piedra feliz. inti-illimani, patricio manns, angel e isabel parra, crowds.

i gotta learn que vivan los estudiantes SOON.

VAGINA MONOLOGUES IN 6 DAYS (jesuschristalmightyinheaven)