September 8
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news update:

I filled out a change of address form today for the post office.


 

12:53 AM EST

no one is to take up Nick on his request/offer for a date for Fray Day. it is vitally important that he remain dateless otherwise I have to kill someone and I really just don't want to have to do that.

unless you are a really cute boy. that would be okay. then I encourage a Fray Day date with Nick and kisses afterward.

okay, I misquoted yesteday. it isn't nothing golden stays, it is "nothing gold can stay" and it is robert frost and I am a big loon.

Nothing Gold Can Stay
by Robert Frost
Natures first green is gold.
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower
But only so an hour.
So leaf subsides to leaf
So Eden sank to grief
As dawn goes down today,
Nothing gold can stay.

that is the saddest poem.

so I finally went to my mailbox downtown and I had lots of mail but only ONE THING was from a loafe reader but he already knows me so he doesn't count and no one else sent me anything not even a stupid fucking postcard from their stupid fucking town jesus what is wrong with you people?

I am just really disappointed, that's all I am saying.

I saw a movie (not a plot/fiction movie though) and it was margaret cho doing her stand up show thingie from SF and it was so funny. and it was sad too, in a good way. she's my new favoritest person right now.

I want to go away for a weekend with a boy. I'd like for it to be my fiance thom but he's busy recording and doing that whole musician thing right now, so in his place I want a very particular boy but that particular boy is pretty much wholly, totally and completely unavailabe to me in so many ways.

so instead I'll spend my weekend with my unbelievably adorable cats and pretend the great love of my life is in the shower, waiting for me.

 

use this box for lists. christa's cafe is lists! sweet magical tasty lists!

For every list, there is an anti-list. I actually don't know what that means.
But who really cares? not me!

cute things at this very moment:
-my kitties sleeping right next to each other on our bed ohmygod
-boys
-my explorer hat hanging on the bed post
-dangerous piles of stuff scattered throughout my room
-tyler james stiltner (my nephew)
-my cheesehead hanging on the other bed post
-gina bruce

 

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