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Monday, March 10th, 2008
10:12 pm
You get 3 words; no more, no less.

1. Where is your cell phone?
by my side

2. Your girlfriend/boyfriend/hubby?
you said "hubby"

3. Your hair?
can't be controlled

4. Where is your father?
outside new york

6. Your favorite things to do?
lately, kitten therapy

7. Your dream last night?
can't remember shit

8. Your favorite drink?
right now, gin

9. Your dream car?
any econo box

10. The room you’re in?
couch, plants, sarah

12. Your fears?
politics, kids, earth

14. Who did you hang out with last night?
sarah, ethan, kids

15. What aren’t you good at?
thickening my skin

16. Muffins?
no sugar, man

17. One of your wish list items?
reliable back, knees

19. The last thing you did?
witnessed a birth

20. What are you wearing?
piles of sweats

22. Your pets?
fish and kittens

23. Your computer?
likes to crash

24. Your life?
figuring that out

25. Your mood?
better through gin

26. Missing?
nothing too weighty

27. What are you thinking about right now?
kids and school

28. Your car?
filthy station wagon

29. Your work?
usually quite tolerable

30. Your summer?
can't fucking wait

32. Your favorite color(s)?
green, other green

33. When is the last time you laughed?
five seconds ago

34. Last time you cried?
baby was born

34. School?
is my work

35. Personal mantra?
what the fuck?
Sunday, August 29th, 2004
9:42 pm
anyone know where there is any decent online reportage of what's happening in nyc?
Sunday, July 14th, 2002
10:33 pm
aw crap. how come i can't motivate myself to do anything other than eat ice cream tonight?
Wednesday, July 10th, 2002
1:13 am
tha po-lice
so, i was sitting with nate when i noticed 2 police cars outside the house. this isn't a particularly novel sight, so i was only halfassedly paying attention to the situation. it was a surprise, though, to see them heading up my steps toward my front door. nate was sitting on my lap, naked from the waist down as we watched blues clues, and i was halfway into a glass of crappy red wine, which sort of embarrassed me as the cops (a man and a woman) peered into the living room before i got up to answer the door. i opened the door and the male cop gruffly asked me "you miss nelson?" i told him i wasn't, and he suspiciously asked if she was in the upstairs apartment. i explained that there was no upstairs apartment, and without another word to me, the cops turned around and left, puzzling over an apparent wrong address. then they drove away. if i actually was miss nelson, would it have been that easy to get them to go away? and would i have had the nerve to try to pull off the "no, i'm not miss nelson" maneuver, anyway?
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