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I like typing. I should buy a typewriter. Then I could have a cocktail, silk scarf and pretend to be capote and write pretentious self-absorbed stuff. Difference is I wouldn’t be paid or die or alcohol related injuries but..that (hopefully) rhythmic typing sound is very romantic.
I also like that word romantic, I use it for lots of individual references. Such as
Definitions I use/invented that are personal
Romantic: being by myself and doing certain artistic/ luxurious activities. Usually music in the background.
Tedious: most things that are slow-i.e. any speed limit under 50, very slow talkers, people who nag or criticize each other a lot.
Of course I can’t think of any others now.
I had a sore throat today when I woke up and by 2 it was really bumming me out.
So immediately put in huckabees and brewed the tea-it reminds me of jasmine pearl(because it’s hand rolled and the taste pretty exact) took a picture because I wanted you to see me enjoying it, not just see the word “thank you”. And after the first cup I realized, duh! Of course tea is good for throat. Basic stuff can be relearned.
I’m sorry I haven’t called yet. I don’t enjoy the phone that much but I will call you soon.
I REMEMBER the portraits, and Bridget did one with us! I thought she was so pretty but so self-deprecating. I’m really on this kick these days about women’s obligatory modesty. How “inappropriate” it is to say
I am… translated as
welll rounded = presumptuous
Confident =cocky
Satisfied with myself/work=not ambitious enough
Beautiful=vain
Valuable/valid=insecure why else would you SAY that
Language is tricky, often the dominate class writes the language and implies subjecation for the lower classes, making them accomplishes in their own subjectation.
And how anger is not a emotion acceptable for women. If they’re angry it’s really… hormonal, bitchy, crazy, man-hater, etc.
Anyway, it’s something that’s on my mind a lot these days.
But heres a funny story that you’ll love.
Side note: I like butternut squash regular or as a soup.
And I’m not a fan of poetry but there are a few Adrienne rich poems about siblings or breast cancer that I like.
(copied running-man-over story)
well i had an interesting morning. we woke up late because Michelle had been feeling sick during the night. we went to a coffee shop for a cup of coffee and when i was pulling in there was an annoying family standing around their car. They didn't really move so i pulled into the space anyway. not fast, not aggressive. well i notice the large good ole boy checking out my license plate while hes still chatting on the phone. and i start to get out and he's like "i need your insurance, you just hit me" my response "you've got to be kidding me" "no i'm not, i need your insurance", so i go to get it and he is explaining how i ran over the heel of his loafer. there isn't the slightest bend or scuff on the loafers. i start to protest that i think there would be slight damage to the shoe is 1500 pound object rolled over it. he refuses to show me his foot, while his disgusting wife is chirping names and slurs at me.
he threatens to call the cops, to which i agree to since i'm not handing over insurance for him to abuse. while waiting for the cop he ex[plains in not so obvious terms, that this is not about the logic but about principles. i wronged him and now owe him. unfortunately for him he keeps forgetting which foot i hit and alternating a limp. the cop eventually shows up and he even tells her "if i woulda just apologized none of this woulda happened. he also incorrectly said i was backing up, not pulling in. which further proved his instability and lack of ground. he also finally stuck with that i hit the inside of his left ankle.with my back right tire while i was pulling into a slanted turn right space. the wheel woulda obviously been in inverted. so the police officer made him show his foot, again obviously no mark. but we will wait three days for bruising during which there is the possibility he can file a claim. which i would/will contest every step of the way. i was furious. i at one point asked if this were his car whether he would still call the cops, even if there was no mark and he said "yes, absolutely" he kept yammering on about being a businessman and so i explained to him that i could not possibly give him my insurance information with no proof of injury. Michelle started to argue with him to no avail so i said "obviously this has nothing to do with logic but rather we have offended a southern businessmen’s principles aka we have now engaged in a pissing contest"
nothing has come of it, but believe you me. I have no interest in ‘being the bigger person” I fully intend to relish in the immaturity allotted to a 24 yr old. I plan something endlessly funny and adolescent. Since on the police report is his address! Any suggestions?
Obviously I won’t do anything obvious pertaining to me or the accident. But shit under his car door handle/ mailbox/ random gross mail
I dunno nothing great has struck me yet. I’d love suggestions.
NYC- oh lets! That would be so wonderful. And t.p.ing s. Catherine’s house! Totally feasible/ we’d sneak on campus, my heart is beating faster just visualizing it. I’d still get scared/ isn’t that strange.
Carly..? I can’t remember her. I didn’t bring my year books to Asheville.
Oh wait, black hair? Intern when we were freshman? I had forgotten about her. How did she last/ and why?
I really do intend to write a book about that place. It was/is a horrific institution.
The power is so unbalanced and abused there. Remember when you had a hurt foot?!
this is me showing me enjoying the surprise dvd that cori sent
I took this, as most, with the self timer. I kept jumping off a chair. (thinking of erica)
Don’t I look suspended?
-two weeks later-
I’ve made a few friends here which is nice. I’m planning to start a monthly poker night. Next Monday is the first attempt.
I wish you could be a regular.
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This morning we went out for breakfast. Mayfels
I had this yummy concoction of corn, spinach and grits
And thickly sliced bacon
Mmhmm
I have this really cool razor thing, its for cutting hair
But the problem is I’m trying to grow my hair out
But I love this little thing
So I keep cutting when I mean to grow.
Gah!
Also you know how you always forget to buy that one thing
Sometimes its paper towels or some random thing you really need but you just can never remember at the appropriate time. Well these days that thing is a lighter. Which may seem rather unimportant since I am not a smoker but I think candles are very very important.
Probably for all the evil spells and séances I need to do.
Atleast that’s what the crazy lady at camp hope thought.
Sister whatever her name was,( I was eventually sent to camp hope after a few months of internship in New York)
She heard I had candles and wanted me throw them away because more than one or two candles is “weird” and suspicious.
I can’t wait til I have enough time to sit down and write a (hopefully) witty mean spirited satire or something about all those crazy ladies.
I have late library books, and instead of taking them in I pretend
they forget I have them.
So how is your reading of ‘uncle toms cabin’ going? My grama just started and finished it recently.
My aunt and grama just came up for a visit a few days ago and it was wonderful.
Grama still is awkward about the gay thing but I’m pretty sure shes doing the best she can.
Anyhow.
We all went out to dinner the first night they got here, it was also Halloween night
And of course our server was not only dressed in drag but as a French maid!
He..cough cough.. she had on the highest heels ever!
My grama turned a little red but we all laughed and then went on ordering….welcome to Asheville!
Cori I have to go to class and don’t want to put off sending this any longer!
So thankyou for the package and letter!
Talk to you soo, take care!
Love, Katie!
p.s.- I adore the where the wild things are stamp!