i'm confused. what is really going on?!? did you think i was writing about you before? well forgetaboutit. i'm sorry but you were flustered and so i got nervous and then i blundered my way through the night insulting your friend's giant fuzzy bowl of a haircut and now he hates me probably and taking advantage of poor drunk types.. anyway there will be lotsa hot art-type chicks and nice physics-type chicks and funny punk rawk-type chicks and maybe even a few funny nice hot artsy punky physicists to choose from in da big city (um but i will have to steal those last ones from you). just have a good time while you are here. i dont know what that entails but i am going to try and drag you to come crash a party in oakland with me tomorrow. arent you excited?
jesse i am so sorry i doubted you! you are here. all is swell. also i think one of the reasons g. drummond-cole never responded to my answers to his questions is b/c his girlfriend alison who is a pretty pretty thing did not like it. how do i know this? it was a blogerous journey with a detour in livejournaland until i found alison's blog my friend tomato and her post for july 22 was: "I hate girls who have crushes on my boyfriend! whatever i don't really care... that much." oh no dear alison do not hate only that much! hate much much or not at all i say. her blog is rather similar to mine. how strange! and there was also the fateful night of the botched gallery co-worker soiree when everyone got kicked out of a party i invited them to yet did not even end up going to myself and later when i met up with those kids who were all piled in a van slipping around like drunk sardines i spilled my beans to random movie theater folks and drummond-cole offered to drive me home and alison insisted on coming along and i didnt know why didnt even know they were going out and there was no drama merely comedy but still...god i love typing drummond-cole. its such a good word! i dont even own a computer what am i doing with myself.
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Tuesday, August 05, 2003
Oh as i was young and easy in the mercy of his means,
Time held me green and dying
Though i sang in my chains like the sea.
-- Dylan Thomas
These Are a Few of mY Favorite Things:
1. Christy. she did go to Sens and she liked "Art 8" so much! in fact she liked it the bestest, or so she told me in a whisper over the telephone. take that sen. it is her birthday today. i will be going to her birthday party. we will drink cake and eat vodka.
2. Eileen's "nesters." when eileen speaks of "nesters" she makes outward radial movements with her arms to approximate short rapid grasps in a circular pattern and has the funniest spookiest little gesture of a pecked hen on her face. what are nesters? ask eileen and she will show you.
3. The intonation in Nick's voice when he directs "That's Amazing!" at something you said or did that was not amazing but merely accidental. but thats the amazing part you see.
4. Ripley. Ellen Ripley. I want to be Ripley in a world without Aliens.
5. Shit-Talking Mushrooms
6. Certain odors that really self-centered absent-minded people give off.
7. DJing with Ryan in hot hot santa clara. he plays the music that i spill milk to in my dreams. dont like me R.
8. the ROBOT convention @ fort mason! i'm going by myself tomorrow afternoon i dont care i just dont care. i'm a robot. i'm typing like a robot. r-o-b-o-t-!
9. i wake up in the morning and peter harb says "hey chicken legs." gosh i like that.
10. jesse's nicoise salad. and his endive salad. jesse's salads in general.
things that are not my favorite: inciting anger. i dont know why but i seem to be especially adept at making you mad. at me. if you are not mad then i am lame you already knew that. but i think that you are. i cant really apologize b/c i'm not sure exactly what it is about me that makes you so mad. maybe the very fact of my solipsism in even thinking that you would be mad at me is what makes me so infuriating. maybe you're only mildly annoyed by my preciousness. maybe you couldnt give less of a fuck. that would be better. secretly i think you really couldnt give less of a fuck what i like or dont like. not that you try to hide anything, but its just some weird tacit understanding in our society that people who spend time together have to display a modicum of feigned interest after times up. if we were ever in the secret beekeepers society together when we were young i would have probably stuck hornets up your nest. okay that is all.
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