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4/30/01
new jersey is on fire. how apropos. Had a really pleasant weekend. Thursday night was the Auto Club and I had such fun. Those gents know how to please a crowd. I clapped so hard, I bruised my hands. I shit you not. On saturday night Craig Wedren played at the Khyber. Good lord in heaven, he is a sexy, SEXY man. But we already knew this. The majority of my weekend was spent sunning myself on my back porch. I read a little bit. I napped a little bit. I stared off into to space a lot. It was dreamy. Speaking of dreamy, Todd, my new favorite friend, and Devon and I went to see The Forsaken on saturday. I don't think that I need to tell you this, but I just want to be clear. It is critical that you understand: DO NOT SEE THIS MOVIE. Actually- New jersey catches fire. The Forsaken is released. coincidence? |
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4/26/01
Wanna hear something really thrilling? Well, since I quit smoking I have begun to see two distinct patterns. 1) I have only had one migraine. 2) I do not seem to be suffering from my seasonal allergies. Now in both these cases, I am gonna need at least another month to be absolutely sure. I have gone 2 months without a migraine, but never 3. I sure had allergies this time last year, but you know people change and maybe I am gonna get hit with it when more buds start bursting. But so far, free and clear. Ok, but here is the bad news: I have been smoking. Not much and I have not bought myself cigarettes, but all the same. I have had a couple cigarettes (more then two...) recently and I have become a shameful drag beggar. I don't know. Its the change of weather, the excitement of spring, the fact that everyone I know smokes! OK not everyone, but most of them and certainly all the people I live with. Its hard. So, I know well enough how these excuses work. I have to stop. You will be happy to know that I went out a hour ago and bought myself a little piece, actually 48 pieces, of self medicating bliss. I am back on the gum. cross you fingers for me. Tonight: Slim Cessna's Auto Club. Maybe Jesus will give me the strength I need not to smoke. |
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4/25/01 The they might be giants' song "letterbox" came up on the office jukebox this morning and I laughed at the line about the little bird. Something about never telling him anything he needs to know, but then, "she's my best friend. she's a sparrow." I was reminded then of my dear Sport, who indeed is, among the animal kingdom, my best friend. Far more loyal and true then that treacherous, two timing, stoner cat! (Amongst humans, of course being separate of the rest of the animal kingdom, the Chen still holds reigning title) Though, truth be told, I don't often need to be reminded on my little feathered friend; she is always on my mind. So I guess I will just take this time to remind you of how just incredibly cool and cute (see 2/26/01 for proof) she is: my bird rules. Incidentally, I have been using the pronoun 'she' through this entry, but its very likely that Sport is not female. All the signs point to male. In conversation I flip flop between 'he' and 'she' and have comically been referring to the animal as 'hesheitsport' some HeSheItSport updates: Sport is talking more and more. She has been saying her name for sometime and more recently "hey sport" This morning I believe I heard her first attempts at "hello bird" Sport has her big boy feathers! He is molting for the first time since I got her and all the striped feathers that suggested "female" are falling out and being replaced with the monotone male gray. Also, his crest is turning yellow. hee! Its actually weird cause she looks nothing like that bird I purchased back in October. If it weren't for the charming, but fussy personality and rather distinct smell (honest, he smells great. kinda like a good goat cheese) I wouldn't be able to tell if somebody had swapped my bird for another. ok. all this talk. I sound pretty lame right about now, don't I? Rest assured I have not joined any cockatiels mailinglists or gone to any bird society meetings. I don't even subscribe to BirkTalk. I still have my life, sort of... |
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4/23/01 Today, I put sunscreen on and hot damn, if the smell of this stuff doesn't send me into fits of joy, I don't know what does. That's it. That's all I wanted to say. sunscreen = joy |
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4/13/01 My mom sent me this. There are like 7 things going on in this card that I just don't understand. The flowers... the bunny... the bunny WITH the flowers.... the PLAID. You can't see the glitter can you? The glitter! and then there is the little message, "Daughters are sweet warmth and lovely grace of spring". "That's terribly sweet", I initially thought but then decided that sentiment couldn't possibly apply to someone who cursed so often and/or drank as much whisky as much as I do. Its a nice thought though. In side the card was a 20 dollar bill and the message, "have a happy easter". This serves to remind me of course that both my wallet and my eternal soul benefit from my savior having died on the cross. thanks mom! |
| 04/06/01 I LOVE GOOD MUSIC Last night: Burning Airlines, Blueline Medic and Rival Schools (do yourself a favor, drop everything and go see Rival Schools.) Tonight: Andrew Bird's Bowl of Fire and Jim & Jenny and the Pinetops and next week: Arab Strap and m doughty. I can barely contain myself. Which is good cause I have spent too much time containing myself. I LOVE GOOD MUSIC |
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