After deciding that wearing all black might be construed as too obvious a statement about Mondays, I opted instead to do a hippie thing today. Brown Gap cap-sleeve hippie shirt with brown, ivory, and two-tone pink floral smocking around the breastal area, pink and wine print skirt (Blonde Redhead says it looks like lace in relief), ivory crochet ( Read more... )

That's something SIO said to me the day he left, as he watched me dress. I said it cheered me up, changed my mood. I'm also a little obsessive about it -- on any given day, my socks will match my shirt. Seriously. Ask me to show you some time. Generally, my underthings will also match my outfit, or at least not clash with it. This is true even if ( Read more... )

Here's a nice palate cleanser for those of you who've been feasting on the heartbroken famine of my recent entries: A star-studded review of Willie Nelson's birthday concert, by my dear girl, Manic Organic. The most exciting thing that's happened to me lately is that last night I dreamed that the boy I've decided to like still lived with his ( Read more... )

For some reason I'm no longer marking these entries "friends only." I guess I'm compulsive about airing out the heartbreak -- more air will make it harden faster, with less cracks, not so insidiously sloppily with unexpected fissures for me to fall through, drunk.

So it's finally happening. Earlier in the week I thought I was getting sick -- sudden dizzy spells in the mornings, slight nausea and an out-in-space feeling in my head throughout the day. At least two girlfriends cocked a brow at me in response to my symptoms. "Are you still on the pill?" one of them asked. Yes, yes, yes, I am, and no, no it can't ( Read more... )

My head and my heart are now competing in a nauseating battle of the bands. Logic-rock vs. squishymushycore in a near-dead heat. Say-It-Once was in town with me Sunday afternoon thru Monday night, then he caught a ride back to Chico.I dropped him off at the Emeryville marina, at the car of a friend of his who I don't like one bit, largely due to ( Read more... )

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Sorry I've been blogless ... as Raygonne predicted, once the boyfriend came back, the blog where the boyfriend should be didn't have much priority, though the boyfriend coming back turned out to be anticlimactic as hell. Luckily, all the work I'd been doing these last six months -- creating a new and fulfilling existence free of the Venus-in-Aries ( Read more... )

This morning, driving to work through the persistently steely drizzle, I listened to a cassette tape Hen Ra gave me, a compendium of three live Pavement shows, 1992-95. It's sonic mac-and-cheese, and I indulge in it far too often. I mean, I came to terms some time ago that my previously forward-thinking, all-new-stuff-all-the-time music critic self ( Read more... )

This weather is making me daffy. After late last week's tumultuous breakdown, my hormones have evened out, the house hunt is progressing nicely, and I've packed five or six boxes. I have an old friend in town from Austin, and the night before last, Hairbrains gave me a very long and helpful tarot reading -- for the record, I only believe those ( Read more... )