Wednesday, Jan. 07, 2004 - 2:04 a.m.
Cost of the War in Iraq
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Blue Toenails in the Snow
A day of getting lists done... I actually got up at 2pm instead of turning over five times and hiding, got things ordered, discussed, cancelled etc on the phone, mail mailed and I got downtown to stock up on art supplies. Art supplies are damn expensive. I forgot. I try to buy in large quantities so I don't run out all the time. So it might be a year since I've gone into the store to buy something. I forget the prices. Ouch.
Here to the side is the box I sent ob in August, to wrap things up. All the photos from our trip to move her across the states, and my last two visits to SF. You can see, how carefully and diligently (hatefully?) every tiny smidgen of address is scribbled out. I mean, a simple line through and one "return to sender" usually suffices! It was also enclosed in one of those envelopes the post office uses to hold together mangled packages and envelopes. Hmm. And only took FOUR, yes four, months to come back. Perhaps she got it and didn't like that I wrote on the back "these are the photos you paid for, and they are for your personal use only, and are not to be reproduced in any manner, conventional or electronic, or I will pursue you for copyright violation... a letter from my lawyer to follow"... Well, the lawyer somehow flaked out and didnt return the desired letter, despite a telephone consultation and email. So no letter was sent. But I guess that the note itself would be sort of a slap. Whatever.
So maybe it is a good idea that I go for a professional pedicure, nothing personal, but spoiling me anyways, to get my toes back into order and make me feel special again! :) Maybe someplace where they rub my temples and put cut cucumbers coolly on my eyelids! mmm. However right now, as cold as I am, it is the tanning bed I am thinking of instead. However that is likely to give me cancer as it warms me through my bones. Corona, Hookah, Tanning Bed... boy oh boy ob left me with healthy desires! hehe!
Well, I am sure I had more to say, but my fingers are freezing typing this, and I think my perogies may be done boiling, and are ready to be sauteed with onions in butter and olive oil. You must try all reasonable means to warm the girl up!
Hugs to me, and tender tootsies.
Here is my horoscope for Tuesday, January 6:Good timing. I must live with the consequences of walking out on ob. On writing what I really think and feel in my diary, which she read. It seems all so surreal. These two clashing realities. The months of thinking I knew someone, where we got along seamlessly. And the horrid horrid way I was dismissed and dissed at the end. What the F**K. mmmm. Surreal. Maybe one day I'll write a comic, "Memoirs of Detroit", of photographing ruins and fucking in the blue room, ghost shopping at Home Depot and Totally Hair Barbie in the steam vents. Maybe one day. nite nite.
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Goodbye Michael. May your next life be kinder to you. - Thursday, Jun. 25, 2009
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