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    February 28

    [my ball and chain]

    e: i love how army-in-love you are.
    f: it's disgusting, really.  i don't know how it happened.
     
     
     
    i'm still sick, and people should invest in answering machines, if only for my peace of mind.
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    February 26

    edit:

    i hate how you're hurt like that.
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    there's no sex in your violence.

    so i went to the uk, which was nice.  i spent most of the week walking and looking and walking and looking.  and buying art books.  oh man.
    the brits really have a very interesting approach to plumbing.
    in other news, i am sick and disgusting and confused overall and really trying to avoid being stressed out.
    my sister's face swelled up for a week but it's pretty much back to beautiful again.
     
     
     
    "but i," said the bachelor to the bride,
    "am not waiting for tonight.
    no, i will box your ears
    and leave you here
    stripped bare."
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    February 15

    look who's alone now

    [it's not me, it's not me.]
     
    oh jamesey.  that is just not a nice thing to say to someone.
     
    i am leaving tomorrow and travelling the whole day long.  it will be fairly awful but then at the end of it i will be just-about-nineteen and in london looking at art and ringing in the chinese new year.  which is really a pretty good place to end up, all things considered.
     
    "memory suggests its opposite- forgetfulness.
    as a community, we forget as much as we remember,
    and what we choose to forget tells as much about us as what we choose to remember."
    - david francis, national dreams - myth, memory, and canadian history
     
    and yes, i really do read all these ridiculous things.  because that is how COOL i am.
     
    well.
    [making my escape]
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    for those of you who may have been convinced otherwise:

    valentine's day is actually a good idea afterall.
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    February 11

    he doesn't look a thing like Jesus,

    but he talks like a gentleman
    [like you imagined when you were young].
     
    i have done a pretty fantastic job of avoiding the cartoon hearts and pink and silly script fonts so far.  i actually like celebrating the big V, but i'm just not into the overwhelming redness of it all.  last year i gave out some fairly amazing dino valentines.  i don't think i'll do that this time around.  something about not being in u-hall just makes it seem wrong.  so i am not sure what to do about the day, but maybe it will take care of itself.
    perhaps another pink panty BLITZ is in order, yes?
     
     
    aaaaaand, for a little teaser:
     
    "if one's sexual experience has always and without exception been based on dominance-not only overt acts but also metaphysical and ontological assumptions-how can one read this book?  the end of male dominance would mean-in the understanding of such a man-the end of sex.  if one has eroticized a differential in power that allows for force as a natural and inevitable part of intercourse, how could one understand that this book does not say that all men are rapists or that all intercourse is rape?  equality in the realm of sex is an antisexual idea if sex requires domination in order to register as sensation."
    -intercourse, andrea dworkin
     
    interesting lady, that.
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    February 08

    i got magic on my mind but i lose it all the time.

    i am pmsing terribly.  i have one week to complete more than two weeks' worth of schooling.  ivcf is sucking the life out of me.  my drawing is lame.  my house needs cleaning.  no matter how long i sleep i can't stop being tired.
     
    yet
     
    i feel good.
     
    why?
     
    two words, and they both start with j.
     
    [one of them may or may not be a pop sensation.]
     
     
     
    oh my.
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    February 04

    i haven't moved a muscle and i haven't flinched an inch in almost two cds.

    and you say, "pff, that's nothing.  i've been like that since the seventies."
     
    life is weird.  if nothing else, it is always that.
    wouldn't it be strange to marry someone with the same name as you?  i just think that would extremely uncomfortable.
    also, how do you know for sure what choices are necessarily in line with your calling in life, and what choices are just part of your narrrrrrrow worldview that is essentially putting a cap on the good Lord's creativity?
     
    well, there are people to paint and things to see.
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    February 02

    the echoes of a rock era

    elvis, you are the rocker for me.  please don't ever fall into your pop phase again.
     
    i tried this chocolate bar called ZERO and it was pretty good.  but good like it's better for sharing than just for one.  so i kinda wish that i had someone to share my zero with.
     
    story of my life.  ha.
    i purchased a new book and a new haircut today to make me feel better about the fact that banks want to ruin my life.  for all who might be interested, please note that the service industry is intended to serve.  me.  not keep my money locked up where i can't get it.  particularly when there are tuitions to pay and foreign nations to visit.
    i am so excited about my adventure-life.  i am going to go start that right... now.
     
     
    question: would you rather be swollen or bruised?
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