Gimme some beef jerky, baby
2002-09-18 1:46 p.m.
Which Disney Princess are you?
Bang, bang I am the warrior...
2002-09-17 3:35 p.m.
I’m not in the habit of crying. Or worrying.I start my class in 2 days. 3 ½ hours of analog circuits a week. Shit yeah.
No matter how my mom tries to explain to my aunt’s and Meme that Harvard Extension School is not like the rest of Harvard, they just say, “Ooh, that girl is so smart! Harvard!” I’m just going with the voltage. Feeling the Electromotive force.
I got the stuff for the things. I’ve got the little preamp and the coaxial and now I can record and do yoga and play Tomb Raider. That’s my idea of being a pig in shit.
Knock, knock.
2002-09-17 10:17 a.m.
When I have children I want their lives to be littered with lakeside peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, flashlight stories, cloud watching, hairbrush singing, lemon yogurt with grape nuts in an old raku mug, wax paper, fall leaf pile dives, wet hair and flannel in front of the fireplace, making god’s eyes with toothpicks and yarn, trying to pick modeling clay out of the carpet with little tips of fingers, tire swings, train rides to Manhattan in new coats and hats to visit the public library at W. 10th and 6th Ave., popcorn, ocean ankle deep crab hunting, making bow and arrows, cherry cokes, shiny eyes of secrets, and everything I am too full of to mention.I am paranoid right now and it's the printer's fault
2002-09-17 8:47 a.m.
I don't know what is happening in the bowels of this city, but I think The Pit of Hell has relocated. There is this hot, chemical, caustic steam rising from the cracks and holes in the brick and asphalt.
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