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[aslant]

no, really.

i've killed so many green iridescent flies today that my arm hurts. dan came home and helped. we swore a lot & the windowpanes rattled. he used a credit card bill. i used a folded annie's shellsncheese box. last night i killed maybe 20 or 30, but this morning there were maybe 30 more, and then dan and i killed another 20 or so. it's disgusting. i itch everywhere, paranoid. the windows are smeared over and the windowsills are littered with their fat, dirty bodies.




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i bought two pairs of maryjanes. i keep dressing up, undressing up, dressing up again. when i was in walgreens, l'oreal had a makeover lady there. so i was, um, madeover. she was from bulgaria and told me in her soft voice that she wanted to be a police officer, later. & kept asking why impassively. i'm pale. why. i don't like being sunburned. why. it's impossible for me to tan. why. well, i'm pale. why. she did not show me a mirror afterwards and i had to wander around frantically avoiding people's eyes before finding a mirror in the hairbrush aisle. i didn't look weird. i looked dressy. grownup blush. but i was wearing kneehighs and the pale slip lace showed from under my skirt and i just fiddled with my rings and everyone stared on the subway, but this time i didn't panic. i stared at the walls and look at the ads, which said stop reading this advertisement! and depressed? you may be eligible for participation in a mass general hospital research study on depression!!

i just finished aimee and jaguar & now i'm reading paddy clarke ha ha ha, which i started reading months ago in a bookstore and never finished.

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[mephitis.livejournal.com]

my house is also an insect haven...

first they were yellow jackets and then large fat flies. when i was in orlando, i returned home to a whole host of minute versions of the fat ones dead on my window ledges. and today, i don't know what they are. i seem to be a monkey on my desk, climbing all over trying to kill them all - all these strange little flying insects.

i can only guess my room is a breeding ground for all six-legged flying things. although, i would like to know where they come from and why they choose here to die.

[epha.livejournal.com]

there are so many depression ads around lately.
being made up/over sounds like fun, though. i never have been.

and ugh, i wouldn't be able to deal with flies. good luck. yuck.

[morethanthis.livejournal.com]

depressed? you may be eligible for participation in a mass general hospital research study on depression!!

i've seen that ad, yes. on the subway, yes. strange how that works.

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[aslant.livejournal.com]

i always thought they'd be more effective if they were printed on large stickers & stuck to the T floor. what if their future research subjects are too depressed to look up at the wall ads?!

[aslant.livejournal.com]

makeovers are so fun! one day i am going to get one at the mac store, they have the best colors. or maybe chanel. when i go visit jenn in nyc, we three should conquer some department store and get makeovers! because it's just too fun.

i think the flies are finally gone (crossing my fingers). but i am still paranoid and jumpy, staring at every dark spot waiting for it to move, in case it's another fly. bleh.

my first apartment last summer had fruit flies, and we had to throw out most of our spice cabinet; they were eating the drips on the olive oil bottle. my second apartment, over the winter, had pantry moths and we had to throw out all of our rice and grains and flour and bread, and keep everything in the freezer. it was so gross. and such a waste of money! but at least boston does not have spiders, like oregon.

[aslant.livejournal.com]

i want to know where our flies came from, too. but it's a mystery. there were so many, all identical, green. who knows.

i kept wondering if the neighbors were watching me, whacking at the windows for hours with rolled-up papers and things, some crazy girl. or what the downstairs people thought? whack whack whackitywhackwhack etc with me cursing away in the background...

[mephitis.livejournal.com]

fortunately there are no neighbors above or below me to hear my streams of cursing. but i did catch myself looking down at my bare legs, realizing i was rather undressed to be climbing around in front of open windows. so i hopped down and grabbed a pair of jeans even if there were only 3 kids playing on bikes a few hundred feet away.

[unspent.livejournal.com]

hooty hoo! it's jenn in the flesh!!

haha. well, through the screen of a mac computer, at least

you owe me an e-mail. i owe you a phon ecall, or at least need to give you one.

i love youuuuu.

soon?!

[aslant.livejournal.com]

i know, i know, email email. but---all this procrastination! it must be done! le sigh.

soon.

Re: soon?!

[unspent.livejournal.com]

yeah, i feel all neglected, homey.

untrustworthy

[aslant.livejournal.com]

but! you are all citified & busy with being-at-school, no? well. i'm erratic lately. hm. now that i know you are keeping tabs, i'll try to pull it together.

honest.

xo.

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[unspent.livejournal.com]

psht.

citified or not. & no, not THAT busy. heh. just, yknow. when you get around to it or whatever.

hmph.

undauntworthy

[aslant.livejournal.com]

of course i will get around to it! infact, i will put you on the To Be Written list for tomorrow. i always have a 2-3 hr leeway in the a.m., when boss is gone and i can slack to my <3's content.

so be forewarned!

Re: undauntworthy

[unspent.livejournal.com]

shit.
"forewarned".

shut up.

haha, i';m really into telling people to shut up right this second, which might not be the best thing being that i'm, yknow, in a computer lab and there's no one here who knows what the hell i'm being silly about.

(ahem)

[aslant.livejournal.com]

tee hee.

but seriously. this endless chain of replies must go no further! just watch me put a stop to it. i MUST get back to the evil demands of the pile of pending grants!!