I spent Thursday through Sunday in Cary, with Dylan. Dylan was house-sitting for one of his co-workers and his wife, so we got to stay in their super-nice house in their super-nice, Stepford-like suburban community. It was great, except that we both somehow managed to lose our cell phones. The couple had taken their laptops with them, and since ( Read more... )

Hi there, everybody. The ankle hasn't bothered me since that one awful day. I can now walk freely and painlessly through the aisles of my workplace. Oh, goody ( Read more... )

Ow. About two hours before work ended today, my right ankle started to rebel against me. I don't recall spraining it, twisting it, or even bruising it on anything, but it began to hurt badly all the same. With every step it worsened, until at last it felt like the devil himself were chewing on it with his long, yellowish, razor-sharp, minty-fresh ( Read more... )

Memorial Day weekend was good. Dylan finally did show up on Friday, riding his motorcycle, after I had spent an hour cleaning and hyperventilating. We hung out at the house a bit, but mostly we were out on the town, livin' it large in Hendersonville. I cashed my first paycheck at Wal Mart, as no banks were open, so I got to flash this huge wad of ( Read more... )

Yaay! Dylan's going to be here soon! And we're gonna go camping and hiking and swimming in the pool and drinking and skating and up to Asheville and to Dupont Forest and we'll go just as soon as he pulls into the driveway . . .

Sometime . . .

Any minute now . . .

So. I have two jobs now: Weekdays at Parts Unlimited, and weekends at Black Bear Coffee ( Read more... )

I cut and dyed my hair today. It's quite short now, and it's this weird, purplish red color that I don't find satisfying at all.

And . . . that's really all I did today. Since my return from school, things have been quiet, subdued, slightly infuriating at times--but still, nothing much worth writing about. I am bored, restless, and ready to start ( Read more... )

So, I just got a call from Tim ( Read more... )

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I just received word from Dylan that the Blue Note, that phenomenal jazz bar in Cary, has closed. That was my favorite place in the world (I was just telling Sarah that last night, strangely enough). It's such a loss; I've always said that the Blue Note is what bars in heaven must look like, sound like, and feel like. I never had a bad moment there ( Read more... )