january
23rd, 2005 |
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10:33pm
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i cut the tiniest bit of straggly ends off of my hair and it looks so much better now, i think.
i forgot that this steak place we
went to also has sushi!
so i ordered rainbow and spider and it was SO pretty i wish i had taken my
camera! but i forgot there was sushi!
sushi makes me so so happy :)
it is the most beautiful food. and
so clean, and just so delicious.
i wish i could eat it every day.
i am digging my helmet lang jeans. i feel so butch when i wear them :)
they are so thick. i want a toolbelt
to match.
i want to go kick rocks by the railroad tracks.
thingie
is sick!
so send him positive energy!
tomorrow jason and i are going to
excercise together.
we are going to try to do it 5 days a week for at least 20 minutes.
3:15pm
discovering "the decemberists".
looking for new music.
i think i like them.they might grow on me more.
i better start getting ready to go out now.
i really want to cut my hair today badly.
2:30pm
orb8
showed me this:
http://fungi.com/kits/indoor.html
if only i had a place to grow these!
2:04pm
i leave at 4:15pm today to go out to dinner with jason and his family for his father's birthday.
1:54pm
R.I.P. johnny carson!!! :(
1:30pm
stream of consciousmess:
what ya waiting for?
first wake up scratch head stomache rumbles dunno where or when but it's coming
i can feel it in all it's puffed out glory overshaked there like a lamb's
paw right in the corner in hottersville baseball bat head ringing hello yellow
time to wake up and get going with your lazy ass day, ms. wingding, so soup
cooking and bird watching and never mind the pick talkers we're all ears here
for the vunderbar piles of nap wretching poofbags all ready to zip down in
a blink. all aboard she says and we climb onto the fruit train going to sandman
boulevarde nasty acid trip from long ago memories of a dusty room and lightning
striking twice.
get going get going enough of this time to wakey wallow in the now.
sardine sandwhich, thoughts of poodles, dreams unfurrowing burned in my brain of selling old worn out tennis shoes by the beach and guilt trips about getting ready of too much fine cutlery. no buyers. just throw it to the sea. pack your bags take heed make a list times running out no one cares overstocked and bogged. nike says just do it gwen says what ya waiting for?