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May. 21st, 2004 09:30 amoddities today, yesterday, tomorrow, etc.
- herald headline yesterday: CANDY CIGS LURE TEENS - BUTT FOES FUME. get it? fume? ha!
- a woman at the bus stop this morning calls on her hands-free phone, is saying, "hello! hello? hi!" loudly and staring into the middle distance. a very tall man brushes past her, annoyed, saying, "no, no, no" in a harassed voice, having taken her for a solicitor.
- i made a tiny book entitled "Concerning the Front Desk - or - How Elizabeth Rust has prevailed where others have merely muddled along" and gave it to liz the other day. i was inspired by sela ward is more attractive than shannen doherty on rebecky.com. liz blushed profusely.
- fondue party saturday night!
- k may let me do the typesetting/copyediting/design work for his upcoming chapbook exchange project.
- my hothouse piece is starting! amy emailed me some info about her image and it is sparking things in my brain. it sounds something like this: spark! spark!
- i dreamt last night about a tiny dog with one peg leg (with a wheel on the end) who later morphed into a mouse who i later inadvertantly killed by leaving ice cubes in his bag/house. sad dream, but cute dog/mouse. guinea pigs featured in this dream as well, and now i want a guinea pig.
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Date: 2004-05-21 06:28 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-21 06:36 am (UTC)that's okay, though. i write for shit unless i'm close to a deadline anyhow.
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Date: 2004-05-21 07:44 am (UTC)Check this out (don't be scared off by the URL): http://www.inkleaf.net/balls.htm
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Date: 2004-05-21 09:08 am (UTC)i'm glad you had a good time at the concert. xo.
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Date: 2004-05-21 01:48 pm (UTC)but oooOOOO, i would enjoy watching your kitties cock their heads to the side trying to figure out what in the hell was making all that racket in such a silly cage! trala! that i'd love!