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Nov. 4th, 2002
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Nov. 4th, 2002 04:38 pmA cardboard box containing many delightful Badtz Maru items and both the movie and original cast recordings of Hedwig and the Angry Inch arrived today at my workplace.
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koroshiya. You totally made this day bright.
Man, there's just something about "Wicked Little Town," isn't there?
Thank you so much,
koroshiya. You totally made this day bright.Man, there's just something about "Wicked Little Town," isn't there?
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Nov. 4th, 2002 08:09 pmMaybe it's just because I need to eat, but I feel so incredibly sad in this very moment.
It's like I over-extended, and now I feel stretched, thin, overhwelmed.
It's really fortunate I have so much good stuff going on as well as nasty. It really is.
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Today at lunch: brisk, clear, cold air. And oh, my sunshine, pouring and bouncing from window to blue window, geometric shout-outs with noise. Bus exhaust and food smell are erased from this wash of cold, this breeze of fast walk and Lake Effect flipping my hair back from my face.
I forgot my sunglasses as I walked over to Taco Fresco, and I squinted happily all the way, feeling the warmth of the restaurant strip me of visions of snow. Maybe one minute from ordering to receiving burrito tucked into brown paper bag, and then I was out in the sunshine again, seeing the blur of blueteal out of the corner of my eyes as I looked both ways before crossing a street.
The cold laid over me like a shield, like a reminder. Brightness and revelation and change jingling in my pocket, jacket swishing as I move my arms, my boots and my warm feet, my jacket open to the elements, my face cold and feeling oh, so alive.
It's like I over-extended, and now I feel stretched, thin, overhwelmed.
It's really fortunate I have so much good stuff going on as well as nasty. It really is.
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Today at lunch: brisk, clear, cold air. And oh, my sunshine, pouring and bouncing from window to blue window, geometric shout-outs with noise. Bus exhaust and food smell are erased from this wash of cold, this breeze of fast walk and Lake Effect flipping my hair back from my face.
I forgot my sunglasses as I walked over to Taco Fresco, and I squinted happily all the way, feeling the warmth of the restaurant strip me of visions of snow. Maybe one minute from ordering to receiving burrito tucked into brown paper bag, and then I was out in the sunshine again, seeing the blur of blueteal out of the corner of my eyes as I looked both ways before crossing a street.
The cold laid over me like a shield, like a reminder. Brightness and revelation and change jingling in my pocket, jacket swishing as I move my arms, my boots and my warm feet, my jacket open to the elements, my face cold and feeling oh, so alive.