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two towers

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i know this is a long shot, but is anybody interested in seeing the midnight premiere of the two towers in phill on tuesday night? whomever can crash at my house if necessary. there’s beds. there’s my bed. leer leer. i could prostitute myself out for willing fellows to join me in seeing what is bound to be a fucking fantastic film. there might be some vaguely illegal activities to participate in before or afterhand with me as well….(it’s a secret or i would tell you more. shush nuala.)

lemme know.

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cherry

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some time later while michele and long-hai were browsing crate and barrel (crate? or barrel? crate? barrel? table leg?)……

“ahhhhh!!! i have to buy that for nuala!”

“wHy?!” (in tones of rampant disgust)

“well…cause her nickname is ducky. and will you LOOK at that thing?”

a pause for studied reflection.

“well considering that this tag here actually proclaims the many uses of filbur the duck clock and one of them is, ‘filbur can be used as a storage shelf too!’ maybe you SHOULD buy it.”

“hwee! shelf-bill! shelf-bill!”

“and it’s only $19.95. a small price to pay for nuala’s joy, right?”

“oh god what are you saying? she’d kill me if i got her that.”

“what? you were the one who wanted to buy it.”

“well but….she’d HATE it. she’d never put it up and she would think it’s hideous. it IS hideous. besides there’s none here to buy. they’re just on display. oo look make-up in a paint can!”

“you could ask someone where some are.”

“mmm complete makeover in a paint can.”

“all right i’m asking.”

“goddammit.”

even later (after buying the duckling filbur clock idea had been completely run roughshod over and dropped at the wayside.)

that isn’t very PC.”

“ey what?” me rubbernecking furiously to see what the hell he’s talking about.

“black waiter’s corkscrew.”

“oh man….”

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long-hai sundae

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“dood! this place is sweet!” (that is obviously me, right? ok.)

“yeah. girls love this place. i’ve learned that it’s best to buy them gift from here because they love it before they even see it if it comes in a pottery barn box.”

“hmm interesting…i don’t think i would love something just because it came in a p-barn box.” pause while i look around for a minute. “well, ok that was the me who’d never been inside of pottery barn talking. now though, now i would go all ga-ga over the damn box.”

“my theory is proven! girls are suckers.”

“hey!”

sounds of scuffling and breaking p-barn artifacts fill the air. sirens. handcuffs. jail doors slamming.

“dood! this place is sweet!”

“yeah! look at my new jumpsuit!”

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swank soiree

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so last night i journeyed to the pants party. and this is what i have to show for it:

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seriously though, it was a lot of fun. and i really meant it when i told pants that it was good to see him again. which i was thinking about later see and it struck me as kind of odd that i actually missed someone who i haven’t know for 1/4 to 1/2 of my entire life. and it wasn’t just the lack of internet presence which i NEED to get me thru the day, i missed the pants. which ok maybe you don’t understand why i find so odd. for one: i do not make new friends easily. for two: i sometimes wonder if pants really considers us his friends. one plus two is: pants is even more pantsarific when he’s drunk.

furthermore i think i like the peach with longer hair, (for those of you who saw the peach shrine in the bedroom you will understand the 2 different hair lengths i am speaking of), but she is still incredibly gorgeous. i can say this without shame because pants told her that she has a fan club in the states, and i am just fulfilling my groupie status here.

addendum: never, NEVER again should you people let me wear the french tickler. i cannot agree to its being a good thing that i licked the majority of my friends last night. playing with my tongue piercing when nervous is bad enough.

add to my nervousness:

one tickler of exciting dimensions

plus lots of people with bare flesh exposed

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result is biblical tongue knowledge in catastropic proportions.

holy crap i really have to shower. i’ve got to meet long-hai and jason (different jason) at 2pm for my movie montage fashion show in broadway plaza. hwee. those boys had better dress up real good (“you got a real purty mouth”) for my viewing pleasure.

p.s though. what is it with me and the math today?

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december

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today is my mom’s birthday. so first things first: happy birthday to my wonderful mother! big smiles and lots of love.

and now onto me being horribly depressing.

last december when we were going out for my mom’s bday dinner was the first time my dad fell down in a serious way. we went to tiki tom’s and were meeting my brother there and we dropped my dad off at the base of the ramp to the parking garage so he would just have to walk across the alley to the restaurant. and my mom and i went up to park the car. when we were walking back down the ramp we could see a whole bunch of people clustered around someone lying on the ground and i knew then. even so far away that we couldn’t really see. i knew. and i knew it was the beginning of the end. there was blood creeping down the street thru the crevices of the uneven paving job coming directly from the large gash in his head. we couldn’t move him till the ambulance came because they were worried about head trauma and damage. i had to run into the restaurant and pull my brother out. we went to the hospital and it was horrible. and the month just got worse.

i used to try to go over to my mom’s house every day if i could just to be there, even though there was generally nothing i could do. and every day driving over there i would be crying in preparation, hurriedly scrubbing my face once i arrive and taking deep breaths so i could go in and see my family and attempt to behave as if things were fine. as soon as i would get back in the car though i would be sobbing all the way home. and once i got there the composing of self would begin all over again so i could go in and pretend to erica and jacob that everything was fine. as the days went on the pressure on my chest to hold back tears all the time got worse and worse. and on the day that he died, kristen called on my parent’s line and i, not expecting it to be someone i really knew, answered it. and as soon as she said my name i started crying so violently that i had to hang up on her. and all the boys in the other room who had come over to reminisce, get drunk, and be supportive were very worried about me.

last month i was trying really hard, subconsciously i guess, to convince myself and everyone around me how excited i was about christmas and going to oregon and seeing the big family. but now that it’s dec 6, everything seems to be hitting me again. and although for the most part i’ve managed to move past the hazy fog of tears i lived in last december, it’s hard to convince myself not to be melancholic. so if progressively this month i seem more and more depressed and/or if sushi writing doesn’t have its usually panache-e flair, now you know why that might be.

i’m trying really hard for her birthday though. i’ve galvanized the troops. i’m picking up CPK for dinner. i have the present wrapped and ready. i’m taking her to see harry potter tomorrow. and everything is going to be fine. and i’m going to make it thru this month. and next year i’ll make it thru again. and you are not to be worried. or overly solicitious. because i hate that. although hearing kristen call herself my “postman of fun,” was pretty endearing.

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