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email me your phone number and i will read a fairy tale to your voicemail

my email address is in my profile

if you go to the top floor of slimelight, around that area where there are those metal sitting stairs in the middle of the floor, on the ground there is lots of rubbish and trash and debris that never seems to go away. under the blacklight the little dots of it almost look like stars. in the middle is orion, pulling back his bowstring to shoot at something behind him. he's running away. theres only one big dot where his belt should be, so i guess its his naval. it looks like he's running away from a bulldozer (arthur dent?). above him is that crab constellation whos name escapes me.

when writing my letters always continue to slope down. no matter what i try to keep it from happening, the letters keep falling away. irritate me.

kasten sent me the most awesomest christmas present. afraid of hurting it if i try to display it with blue tack or push pins, so be very careful.

this perfume will make you beautiful on the inside

the 1990s

lived in vermont. graduated middle school, then went to high school and was equally miserable there. hung out with mostly music and theatre people, played guitar, grew my hair really long, listened to led zeppelin and pink floyd and smashing pumpkins and nirvana. the choir was pretty cool, singing was fun even though my range was pretty small. graduated and went to the university of vermont. eventually stopped playing guitar, instead played computer games and magic the gathering all the time. heard nine inch nails for the first time and it was so amazing. moved into the substance and alcohol free dorm, the smallest room they had. kissed a girl for the first time. she lived across the hall so it really sucked when i broke up with her. flunked out. got readmitted. flunked out again. started working in the mall at a video game store.

the 2000s

decided to learn about computers, started going to champlain college where the students were all stupid and i hated it. met a girl and learned that life can be ok sometimes. she broke up with me and things went back to normal. cut my hair short and dyed it black. started listening to skinny puppy and wearing black all the time. got drunk for the first time. went to a fetish club in boston and met a gross fat hairy guy in a thong. gave up trying to count how many times i wished i was dead every day. laid on the floor wondering why i couldn't cry. started practicing calligraphy. made a zine. i hope mom doesn't see my webcam. started going to school in england. everyone there was from california. became vegeterian. started craving chocolate all the time. tried to be snobbier than everyone at slimelight. failed, but whatever. i'm sorry, but talking to you bores the shit out of me. went to paris for the weekend and took some pictures of myself looking pathetic. listened to skinny puppy on my headphones and sang along somehow. finally looked up the meaning of post-modernism. wondered what it feels like when girls have sex. drank five cups of tea. smoked a cigarette in the rain. went to bed.

goodnight

for the past week or so have been wearing perfume to bed at night.

its,

vry

she looked at me like a predator, don't think thats ever happened before. before that there was something about how it is bad to walk a long way in high heels, but that was to someone else.

because i can't really do anything here for a variety of reasons have been watching the cowboy bebop movie maybe two or three times every day. it gets worse every time. yesterday started reading the osx developer documentation, human interface standards, project builder tutorials, can't find any tutorials on applescript like i wanted.

theres software for the phone im getting (someday soon i hope) that lets you use it as a remote control for your computer, so i'll be able to watch the cowboy bebop movie from my bed instead of my chair. and switch what itunes is playing from the bathroom. who needs friends when theres such fascinating technology in the world.

revise the master plan