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3/31/00 - 4/2/00 weekend in review. Friday: Spent the day on the back porch with Leah and Samuel drinking iced coffee and beer and watching the cats chase butterflies and climb trees. Friday night went to a Gyro Advertising party. hahaha: The guy who let us in was wearing a tux haha. The night ended with a healthy dose of 1026 break dancing and plenty of broken bottles. Saturday: Spent the better part of sunny Saturday over at Pine playing games and doing crimes with the Philadelphia Radical Surrealist Front. That day/night my house mates were having a BBQ. I missed most of it. buh. Sunday: Cleaned house. Had Pizza and TV in new surroundings.

3/29/00 Had really good food last night. Really good food and wine and a really sweet time. Really truly. (happy sigh)

3/28/00 um, just got back from seeing/hearing Les Savy Fav. yummy. I am deaf. It was worth it.

3/27/00 WOW! I just got notification that somebody (Anonymous) ordered me chocolates from blindgift.com. I have a feeling I know who it was... but really, I don't know. I have no faith in my powers of presumption. I guess I will ask around, as if thats not going to be odd. Anyway, Anonymous, thank you! GOD. I love having a website!

3/26/00 could I be any more ineffectual? probably. I have changed my mind. Spring is no good. I went out with Becky and Jim to a rock show last night (Hot Snakes) and all night long Becky was pointing out these super cute TOTALLY acceptable boys, ("how about him? the one over there by the bar... with the hair/nose/oxford shirt) and though I was so appreciative and almost eager, there was simply nothing I could do about it; and this is only vaguely a why-dont-boys-hit-on-girls-anymore issue and its only slightly a i-dont-know-how-to-hit-on-boys problem. Its mostly a why-the-hell-would-i-even-want-to-try thing. Spring time sucks. cause spring time makes me admit to stupid crap like this.

3/24/00 Its spring. Its 65. I have had the window open all day and the wind has been comforting me. I can't be outside, but I can have the warm breeze please me as I sit at my desk. AND there are these little finches that have been hovering/perching outside the windows and they tweet tweet tweet and they are totally cute. So not only do I have the warm wind to tell me its spring but these little red capped birdies to remind me as well. GOD my grammer is bad. Goose and I have been listening to this CRAZY dance music. I don't even know who this is, but its springy too. An hour ago, we started drinking, but I swear to god, I am getting work done. Its days like this, that I wonder if my life is charmed after all.

3/22/00 again... I just had the most wonderful meal. It was a I-can't-wait-for-summer-meal. Which is odd cause I hate summer, but this whole meal was about summertime. to me anyway. My diner consisted of bread and cheese (as mentioned in your first 3/22/00 entry) and butter and my unsurpassable Guacamole (the secret ingredient of which is (hint hint) white miso), and corn on the cob and strawberries and beer. So good. I am still reeling. my only regret is that I ate alone. ok now, I live with four other people and its a rarity that I am the only person in the house, but tonight I come home with all this food and drink and NOBODY is home. buh. figures.

3/22/00 I have just returned from Di Burno's House of Cheese, where the cutest of cute cheese boys waited on me hand and foot. I wish. sigh. I have decided in the interest of expanding my horizons and culinary interests that I am going to buy one new cheese a week. This week we begin with an old favorite, roquefort. Ok, so this is not a new cheese for me, but I didn't come up with the "new cheese" idea until after I left the store. Even so, I can already tell you what I will be buying next week and probably the week after that. How gay am I?

3/20/00 back to work.

3/19/00 I am home. of course I am, have been for days and I have had a lovely time too: sleep and time to myself and bugs and movies and visits with friends, drinking and drugs and sitting around and having a really delightful time in general. all except for that Polanski piece of crap, that was disappointing. I dont really have anything to say about paris. not yet anyway.

3/17/00 I am home. Holy shit, that was fun.

03/09/00 look. I have been taking pictures again. I don't know how I can distrust and question my ability so much and still be so satisfied with the outcome. Its foolish. I'm foolish. Even though I think that I have more luck then skill, I feel like my sensibilities do come across in the pictures. whatever that means. maybe I shouldn't say that. hm. Anyway, I uploaded these the other day so mary could see them. I just thought I would share. Btw, the "pen" directory includes photos taken with my brand-new really-old pentax. the one with the broken light meter. ugh. The "min" directory has photos taken with leah's minolta. Each contains a lovely picture of marychen. one more day till Paris.

03/07/00 (again) So its spring again... I am already sick of seeing people holding hands. STOP holding hands! um... who wants to hold my hand?

03/07/00 Three more days to Paris. am I annoying you yet? DON'T answer that question.

03/06/00 (again again) hahahahahahahahaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhaaaaaaaa. Right. ha! what so funny? nothing really. I was just checking my referral logs and found that somebody did a metacrawler search for Philadelphia+"French Quarter". Not only was I the second site to come up, but I think I am the only one to actually refer to Philadelphia's "French Quarter" hahahahahahhhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaa.

03/06/00 (again) ah, Have I mentioned recently how much I dig marychen? ok. just checking.

03/06/00 I really can not escape my goth nature. Try as I might, I just can't do it. I really should go around all in black listening to the Sisters of Mercy or some shit (but instead have created and perfected the sometimes misleading, but always charming, gap-goth persona. lord, more on that some other time). Anyway, this whole line of thinking is based on the near completed listed of things I wish to do while in Paris. All but about two of those things involve death and decay in some way... From the list: 1) FOUR, count 'em, four major cemeteries: Montmartre, Batignolles and Cimetiere des Chien, Pere-Lachaise (to find my great aunt mary), and Monparnasse. 2) The catacombs... ah, the guide books say "bring a flash light". How excited am I?! 3) Museum National d'Histoire Naturelle. Specifically the entomology museum which houses the largest collection of (need I say, dead) beetles in the entire world! My heart is racing. 4) The Menagerie. ok so the animals here are alive now, but I am going cause in 1871 the starving Parisians broke into this zoo for the meat. I just want to feel the power. 5) Musee des Egouts (the sewer museum) 6) As many taxidermy shops as I can find, but definitely and at least "Deyrolle" where they sell stuffed baby ducklings and I WANT A DUCKLING! Right. 4 more days til Paris.

3/02/00 I fucking can't get enough of Sixteen Horsepower. Is this wrong? I cant help but think its like listening to Fugazi while drunk and high or liking Consolidated cause they were great to dance to (both of which I do/did... of course). I recently read some interviews with David Eugene Edwards and well, its for real; He is making music for Christ. Actually, he's making music for people like me who don't believe in Christ: "I think what I'm supposed to do is pretty much scare the shit outta people. And I really hope I do." Well crap. No fear here, but defiantly some shame. I am never short on shame. Whatever, I'll just keep listening.

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