i am tired and feel like i'm getting the cold that has been going around the office. tonight j and i get to see lucinda williams play at the henry fonda. should be wonderful. we haven't seen her since that show in the desert in november of 2003. this weekend i do have grad school orientation, but other than that, i just want to rest and perhaps try ( Read more... )

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they were out of prickly pear margaritas, but the weekend was still fun. i'll post pictures later tonight.

grad school starts in three weeks and i am apparently not going to flake out on myself after all.

i am tired and sore, but more or less okay. the last few days have been good.

new dandy warhols sounds like old dandy warhols, not in a good

yesterday i got up at six am and cleaned j's house for three hours before i drove home, picked up my dad, elizabeth, and john, and drove everyone back up to la for a dodger game. it was cool to be there with those folks despite the blazing sun. we haven't gone to a game all family style like that in ten years. i forgot how funny we are when you ( Read more... )

i only know what day it is because i live my life by the label on my foil-wrapped, punch-out packs of birth control pills, and have, since i was seventeen. sunday is the start of the week, there are twenty-one white pills, the fourth line being a dull, ugly yellow. placebo pills, made chiefly of sugar. i never take them, just throw out the pack ( Read more... )

so, saturday, many of us descended upon the house for an early fourth bbq/elizabeth's belated birthday/let's eat good food celebration. being that i think talk is beyond cheap these days, photos are a nice compromise.


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so exhausted. my hair is looking better; we're almost all grown out now. time for a new dye job. work is great, j and i are hammering out some kinks in our relationship, and the new puppy is starting to act halfway trained. he still needs a lot of work, tho, mostly owing to the fact that he's not a puppy so much as a four month old dog who was ( Read more... )

as my father would say, "that's nice, i'm happy for you, but don't tell me. show me."

and of course, his famous line: "don't say you're sorry, just don't do it again."

i am tired of talking. life's too short. 'sorry' is meaningless.

actions, not text messages.

show me.

it flows and it flows away from me
my love is a stream
and your love is a vaudeville show
so charming and obscene

- ani difranco

i feel fantastic today, because for the past two nights, i have gone home and passed out at about 630 pm, only to awaken to my alarm at 600 am. and you know what? sleep is godhead. if i don't consistently get eight to ten hours a night, my body will apparently crash out for twelve at a stretch. so now i am refreshed and actually glad to be here, ( Read more... )