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EVERY KISS MEANS LESS AND LESS, I'M FALLING OUT OF LOVE WITH YOU

March 13th, 2006 (05:59 am)
current song: the 'i get lonesome' mix of 2002

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WHEN WE LAST LEFT OUR HEROINE...
since when has it been nearly a month between entries? my, my, how this year is just FLYING, don't you think? lord. since we last chatted much has happened. a year after starting the espresso bar [and two months since quitting], david asked me back for two days a week, thus explaining my consciousness at this ghastly hour. yesterday my mother quit her job and i donated what remained of the ten thousand dollar check i received at the beginning of the month to the hey-let's-keep-the-house-a-month-or-two fund. to fill the anxiety i feel about being alive and all the things that will eventually entail i have bought a room full of craft supplies and have naught to speak of for fruition save a really ugly moss-covered lion door knocker. i sit with strangers in rooms i'd rather sleep in with my head in the clouds, doodling cowboys on horses and scrawling illegible maxims i wonder at later. i've woken up several times slumped in the computer chair, back in knots and wondering what day of the week it is and depressed to find out that it didn't matter. went to san francisco with designs on a napoleon tattoo and some good times, turned into a couple of panic attacks and the loss of a potentially amusing pal. had a run-in with a couple of police officers and some very angry parents that rivaled being eaten alive on my pounding heart's richter scale. i have a heartsick new friend and restless old family-likes.

i lost my phone after a year, one hundred and eighty-one contacts at last count.
please leave your number if i was sposed to have it.
[ryan, i think you called? i'll call back today, i had yours written down.]

we all need to get the fuck out of here,
there's nowhere lonelier than the little big city.

oh, but hey, i'm fine when you get down to it, just so no one gets the wrong idea.
that psychic that ashley and i went to told me i'd be alone until the end of the year, when i will meet the person i'll spend the rest of my life with. apparently i'll also have two girls and live overseas. see guys, i won't spend the rest of my life alone like i've been fearing! color me horrified.

ps i have a disgusting rash all over both arms from sweating in angora. i also have roots in my hair that are two inches long. i just want everyone to get a good mental picture here.

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Posted by: Spring Snow (bassdrumdream)
Posted at: March 13th, 2006 05:35 pm (UTC)

yup, called once or twice. i've been wondering about you!

Posted by: love_rumble (love_rumble)
Posted at: March 17th, 2006 05:40 am (UTC)

you forgot to mention me snotting all over your pillows for about 4 days straight.

Posted by: lisa says on a night like this: (sparklytoesies)
Posted at: March 20th, 2006 07:20 am (UTC)

if by forgot you mean 'omitted for discretion's sake' then yeah, i totally did, snotface.

Posted by: dancing peacock (attack_of_heart)
Posted at: March 19th, 2006 07:17 am (UTC)

hey lisa it's melissa...let's do lunch yeah?

Posted by: lisa says on a night like this: (sparklytoesies)
Posted at: March 20th, 2006 07:27 am (UTC)
superior fortress

hey, ladyfair, how horribly embarassing it is that you found my dumpy old livejournal. lunch sounds lovely, call me this week? .204.6604.

Posted by: Little Museums (heartgut)
Posted at: March 19th, 2006 10:04 pm (UTC)

me and who?

p.s. i might live in a victorian house in the old west end with this former model/writer friend of mine and her scientist-y husband. and matt. it'd be a house full of mildly insane but kind-hearted recluses.

that and i saw a usually timid blues guitarist go absolutely iggy pop on my birthday in a way that i guess could only happen in a city that's all but no place.

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