tuesday january 22 2002    |    8:01 p.m.

maya angelou showed up in the store this afternoon, unannounced. i am not kidding. she was enormous, as in a presence: strikingly tall and vibrant and i am telling you, that woman exudes charisma, think what you will (and i reserve my own opinion for myself) about her writing. she was regal. and gracious. and she had some coffee. i rung up her books and i didn't really say much. her two assistants took them (assistants? family?) and then ms. angelou got herself some coffee and then they left, pulling out of the parking lot in a black limo. and to myself i thought, right on, maya.

what else. i saw chicagoboy for all of two seconds and-- it's going to be hard to get this one out of my head.

also, cafégirl and i had our breaks together so of course we sat outside and drank coffee and smoked and gossiped. so caféboy has a girlfriend, NOT that i was exploring any alternate possibilities in his general vicinity. no. (sheesh, this all makes me sound bad, doesn't it.) so now to take my mind off chicagoboy somewhat, i guess i'm gonna have to start checking out... umm... i don't have a nickname for him yet, so let's say j___ for now.

enough, enough!

they tacked me on for a mid-shift tomorrow. ho-hum. playboy-manager was all trying to appease me with, "oh [ katpowah ], of course you were my first choice when store-manager told me we had the opportunity to add some hours..." whatever. that is poop if i ever heard poop. but hey, bigger paycheck for me. even if it means taking le bus ( pronounced "boos," please ).

just so you know: i am very seriously in love with dave eggers. dave, if you're out there, i am willing to quit smoking and move out to california with you, two things i am morally opposed to doing. so there.

today's shoutout goes to fugazi, for getting my morning started right. i was ready to kick ass all day long. now there's a band.