michele

i find it vaguely amusing how i’m running out of things to say. i mean sometimes there’s action and drama! and then other times i’m at a complete loss so i dredge up embarressing middle school stories or something. and that’s just plain stupid. why do i feel this driving compunction to post once a day even when i have absolute shit to say? weblogs are tricky things, my friends. full of tribulation and the beating of the women. i’m coming up on having been blogging for a year soon. and that’s a long time. not as long as some people have been doing it (ian) but still.

last night i went on a “date” with the cockless-tease-wonder. but honestly i am over that and really very happy for how happy she is with her living with the boyfriend and getting a puppy and rushing home to the “family” to see how the new baby is doing. it’s all very cute.

there’s this thing like the aidswalk only it’s a hip-hop party which involves no walking. is anyone interested? it could be fun. Move Against Aids.

looks like ups has a new cock of the walk to replace pierce.

in addition, someone from langlow appears to be occasionally coming to check out our webpages. if you go to the statistics pages you can see that one of the IP addresses is langlow1.ups.edu s/he was at mine in january and now more recently this month has been to visit three quarters

this troubles me. well. not troubles so much as intrigues. who are you langloid? why don’t you comment?

once i broke into c. miller’s car. which was actually not locked so it wasn’t a big deal. and it was sitting in front of my house at the time so i didn’t feel too burglerish. however looking back now i do feel like a huge dork. because what was i doing in his car? i was attempting to cast a love spell using roses and incantation charms. oh yes. you think i’m lying. but really, really not. i was even dressed up in a new age-y caftan. and then i did a little dance under the moon paying special attention to feeling the new spring growth coming out of the dirt between my bare toes in order to properly infuse the spell with earth fertility magic.

i thought of this last night when i was trying to fall asleep and i could smell the dirt outside my window and it smelled so fresh and all waking up from winter and wet and happy mulching. and i missed, all of a sudden, the stupid things i used to do and all those books i used to own.

my point here is: valentine’s is coming up and you’d all better keep an eye on your cars. if you find anything in the glove compartment–dried petals, mouse bones, razor blades, i’m not saying that it’s not possible that i double negative might not have had a hand in it.

fuck it’s too early to be up after going to bed at somewhere around 2:30 in the morning. suuuuckkkkkkking.

and what am i doing up so early you might very well be asking yourself. business meeting. online business meeting at 8am my time. in order to accomodate people in europe. isn’t that fucking INSANE? what am _I_ doing with a business. when did i become all entrepreneurish-shit? i don’t even know how to spell it. and with world domination plans in effect too, what with the far flung group placement. moannnnn but it’s so early. wah wah wah.

last night was hella fun. i ate entirely too much. i got to see my friends. the music was FANTASTIC for a happy change. i think i caught some james brown stylings. so thank you to everybody and thank you to kim for bringing tasty cake and candles too and then NOT SINGING HAPPY BIRTHDAY. i appreciate that so much. stupid song. just eat the cake. is all good.