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Jul. 10th, 2004 11:09 amI dreamed of feeding Amanda chocolate and airplane timetables gone horribly out of wack -- specifically flights to actual places had all seemed to replaced by 15-minute flights in ten-seat planes to a place called Harris, TX -- don't know where that came from. Is there a place called Harris, TX?
Off to work now, and to engage in my magical bargain hunting mojo after work to have a gown for the shoot on Monday.
I bought a pair of fuschia linen pants at Old Navy yesterday. I look good in bright colors, and they are successful for me, but it's nearly impossible for me to reconcile them with anything about my own nature, which is maybe why it's a good thing. I'm not sure. Excuse me while I beat off my tendency to austerity with a stick.
I'm expending nearly all my energy right now on not being avoidant of people. And it's working, micron by micron.
Stoop sat outside of Australian Homemade for hours last night with Kat, and laughed at weird people, from the handyman who ran like a girl, to the chick with her ass hanging out of her skirt, to the dude who wanted to be in a Stray Cats video really, really badly. We also discovered more of the words we whisper when in conversation in public. We have four, but the only two I can remember right now are fanfiction (mine) and socialism (hers).
At the moment, I hate all my icons, because none of them are me. But I would never, ever post a candid of myself, because I look notoriously hideous in them.
Off to work now, and to engage in my magical bargain hunting mojo after work to have a gown for the shoot on Monday.
I bought a pair of fuschia linen pants at Old Navy yesterday. I look good in bright colors, and they are successful for me, but it's nearly impossible for me to reconcile them with anything about my own nature, which is maybe why it's a good thing. I'm not sure. Excuse me while I beat off my tendency to austerity with a stick.
I'm expending nearly all my energy right now on not being avoidant of people. And it's working, micron by micron.
Stoop sat outside of Australian Homemade for hours last night with Kat, and laughed at weird people, from the handyman who ran like a girl, to the chick with her ass hanging out of her skirt, to the dude who wanted to be in a Stray Cats video really, really badly. We also discovered more of the words we whisper when in conversation in public. We have four, but the only two I can remember right now are fanfiction (mine) and socialism (hers).
At the moment, I hate all my icons, because none of them are me. But I would never, ever post a candid of myself, because I look notoriously hideous in them.
