tuesday may 29 2001 | 5:24 p.m.
we gonna show
you how we party
so--
no, wait, i can't do this yet, i need a cigarette first. i'll be back post-smokebreak.
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back: sorry: that was very stop-start is-this-thing-on? of me, the kind of thing hole made fun of back in the day with that going-to-school-in-olympia song. ian svenonius might be proud, discerning audiencemembers appalled. but a little nicotine has this way of kick-starting diaryland entries. there.
looks like a new timbaland & magoo album is due out soon. i am very excited about this. so much so that, on my way to the movie theater the other night, i spotted a t&m promotional poster and stopped to rip it off the palm tree it was stapled to, in the pouring rain. it is huge and cardboard and orange-and-blue, and currently claims a large part of what previously was lonely blank wall-space in my bedroom. the album will be called indecent proposal. UUH! i'm tryin to make it radio-friendly / so people in america can hear me UUH!
it's been a quiet week since patrick and then the uncles left. i've been sleeping, using up enormous chunks of my $5-451-minute phonecard (yeah minimart-across-the-street! i won't ever complain about paying you $3.80 for marlboro lights again!), avoiding a jamming escapade with ed, talking with dad, going to the movies with mom (pearl harbor: possibly the worst movie made in the last decade | bridget jones: very cute but most importantly british), and halfheartedly looking for work. there are dj openings at the local classic rock station, and all they ask is that applicants have "broadcast experience," which i do, so what the hell, i'm gonna send them a tape.
so tec, do they want an all-talk tape, or an entire show, do you think? and is your workplace hiring?
and speaking of tapes, all modesty aside, i believe i've made the best mixtape cover ever, featuring a stylized airplane in various shades of orange and blue against a fringe of stylized gray sky. and it's going to possibly the best mixtape recipient ever, along with poems and letters and anything else good i can find to put in the package.
baby if you've got feelings
then give me some
whaooh!
i would like to split myself into nine so i could insert one of each of me in the following locations: miami | columbus | austin | los angeles | sofia | london | barcelona | seattle | portland. to begin with. all with the same ubiquitous brain.
damn, chocolate is good.
someone needs to remove the amassed issues of entertainment weekly from my bedroom/bathroom area, or i'm going to read them all. the national geographics are waiting in a forlorn glossy yellow pile nearby, while i fill up on survivor trivia (i've never even seen the show! but i can probably tell you what went on at the past, oh, four council meetings) and details about angelina jolie's sex life. HELP! it was a free subscription, i swear: thanks for nothing, america west flightfund miles.
i'm feeling really needy today. want to fly me up to columbus for a visit? or send me chocolates? or buy me presents? ok, i didn't think so, but i figured it wouldn't hurt to try.
sigh. i'm feeling self-indulgent. i think i'm going to take a bubble bath before mom sweeps me off to walgreen's and publix.
i wanna be a big fish
in a small pond
oh yeah
i went to the ocean once
and baby
i almost drowned
