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a whole freakin' archive of jabber Monday, February 25, 2002... 12:03 AM brain... fizzling... out... slowly...
Friday, February 22, 2002... 2:26 PM some randoms:1.) brooklyn italian guys are the funniest guys to catch talking to themselves on the street. (c'mon, we all do it. especially here in NYC, where we don't have the luxury of cruising down highways at 65 and mumbling what we should have said to that jerk at the record store in the privacy of our own secluded vehicles.) these guys though, they really take the cake-- they don't just mouth the words, they do all the body language and gestures. i just saw a guy who, i swear to you, mouthed, "fuggedaboutit" and shrugged, throwing one hand out to his side. i nearly died laughing. i can't imagine if i ever got that far along in talking to myself. i might take someone's eye out. 2.) didja ever notice how everyone uses the windows on subway doors as mirrors when going through tunnels? i watched eight people do it this morning. i dunno, i thought it was funny. 3.) oh, the performance last night was a smashing success, dahlings. i'm bouncing off the walls! (of course, three hours of sleep aGAIN kinda helps the bouncing part... i mean, the performance was over at midnight but of course, we had to go out and celebrate afterwards... before ya know it, it's 3:30 and you're still not tired and you go home and finally crash out... oy.)
Thursday, February 21, 2002... 6:41 PM uh-oh. i've figured out that i'm becoming a Crazy Lady from living alone for a while now... i talk to myself and my computer. i was just looking at some pictures a friend of mine sent me, ones that he wants to use for a CD cover/jacket, and i actually said out loud, "they're not big enough! you have to save them at a higher resolution."reality check, d. the computer will gladly listen, but: 1.) it won't answer back, 2.) your friend won't hear you, and 3.) you're talking to your computer. in any case, i'm excited and not for the weekend coming up. i'm renting a car and driving upstate to my parents' house to... well, to mourn my dog. non-pet-owners i'm sure will not understand this, but you animal lovers out there, you know. so, i'm thrilled to be going on a road trip by myself (three and a half hours of just me, Ani D., smokes and coffee), but incredibly sad thinking that my fat little dog won't be there to greet me. nonetheless, binghamton, new york, is an excellent place to perform brain exorcisms (not much else to do but sit around and think), of which i have many to perform. plus, (warning: shallow moment coming) the shopping's great. i'm gonna load up that little car i'm renting with all kinds of goodies. i'm performing poetry tonight in brooklyn and i've barely practiced. i certainly didn't get enough sleep last night, either. i'm terrified i'm going to go out on stage and my poetry is going to sound something like, "thoseeyesthatliedtomeinthedarknessofunfamiliar*deeeeeepbreath*sounds yourvoicerangthroughstraighttomyswelledsenseofmecamecrashingdown allaround*deeeeeepbreath*meshardsofmyshatteredegocutintomygutkissed myheartshutwithmyegofell*deeeeeepbreath*longheldtheoriesthatpeoplelike youwouldalwaysseek*deeeeeepbreath*outpeoplelikemeindreamsofsweettastefree" ok, so maybe that's an exaggeration. you get the idea. i'm nervous. wish me luck. don't tell me to break a leg, though. i did that once and it suuuuucked.
Tuesday, February 19, 2002... 7:17 PM my parents just called me. my dog died today. :_(
... 2:17 PM oh man. last night and today had to be right out of a sitcom. i swear to god.i was cooking dinner last night and i cut my thumb reeeeeeallly badly. i mean, bad, like... not to be too gross, but... bad as in, blood spurting gloriously out all over the place. i ran into my bathroom (good parts of living in a tiny studio -- the bathroom is never too far away), held my aching thumb under the cold running water, and just started crying. and not because it hurt that badly, but all of the sudden i was just like, "*sniffle...* and that guy is really stupid... *sniffle* and my brain is a disaster... *sniffle* and i still don't know what to do about my job... *sniffle*" in retrospect, it was hilarious. amazing how your world can seemingly come crashing down in a moment, before someone slaps you silly (like in Airplane!... "you've got to get a hold of yourself! *whack whack*") and you realize, "jeez, it's just my thumb." (thanks to marc for the meta-slapping.) so then this morning i woke up and realized that my wallet is vacationing in upstate new york at my aunt's nursing home. i had no money, no metrocard, no ATM card, no amex card, no nooooooothing... i couldn't even get to work, damn it. not that that was a huge tragedy, but ya know, it's slightly frustrating. then there were the eight million calls between me and my cousin and my aunt and the nursing home administrators and me getting a hold of some money so i could go to work... *insert circus music here* by the first hour, i was nearly peeing my pants laughing at every new twist in the plot, like i was watching a good movie go by. or vaudeville. or a good laurel and hardy movie. so now i've made it to work on the most beautiful new york day this year, but at least i got to enjoy the morning over coffee and finishing up what i wrote this weekend and fresh air breezing through my little cave in the lower east side. :-)
Sunday, February 17, 2002... 11:54 PM i can't believe how much i slept this weekend. i think that's all i did: sleep, eat, write, smoke, drink coffee, sleep, sleep, sleep. not in any particular order. it was actually one of those things where i lost all sense of time, too. i was just floating floating floating....i'm a little bummed, though. i got off the phone with my parents tonight and they told me my dog, ebony, had some sort of weird seizure this morning. it was really awful... my mom got choked up on the phone telling me about it. ebony's been sort of sluggish all day, too, so mom's taking her to the vet tomorrow. she's almost twelve years old, so i guess i should expect this sort of thing, but whatever. she's my dog, my baby. i might actually go home next weekend to see her. happy february 17th to me, i guess. :-/
Wednesday, February 13, 2002... 12:25 AM spring will occur this year on march 20th at 7:16pm UT. let's see, that's about 34 days and 19 hours away. not that i'm counting. >:-O
Monday, February 11, 2002... 4:24 PM i took a little personality test to tell me what drink i am:Which drink are you? i don't know what a Mojito is! hang on, lemme look it up... this is what iDrink.com says: Ingredients: 1.0 sprig fresh mint Mint 1.0 oz light rum Rum 1.0 tsp Sugar 4.0 oz Water Directions: Put a splash of water in a rocks glass with the sugar and mint. Use a spoon or a pesel to crush sugar and mint into water. Add remaining water and rum. This is the national drink of Cuba, it is very light and quite refreshing. so, i'm the national drink of cuba... go figure.
Sunday, February 03, 2002... 8:23 PM ok, it's official. Bono is the most beautiful man on earth. let's name the reasons why, shall we?
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