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June 28, 2003
in so-DO-my
in honor of Lawrence v. Texas, I bring you this once again.
i want to take you to a gay bar.
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one of the boys
I drank entirely too much last night trying to keep up with C2. ooooh, bad idea. I then made drunken phone calls (well, I actually didn't make either of them, but they made me get on the phone with him anyway) to T2, which I'm sure I'll never hear the end of.
I'm going to go lay back down now.
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June 25, 2003
fashion plates
well, it only took 3 and a half hours at the DMV, but i'm finally the proud owner of a set of two New York license plates. Story: 1L year of law school I was sitting at lunch with this total asshole and a couple of other not-so-nice people. total asshole claimed to be from New York, but it turned out he was born and raised in Toledo and only lived in New York for a year before he went off to college at a really snooty school full of other assholes. But anyway, he was talking about buying a car, but he was in a bit of a bind: he didn't want to do a lot of work, but he needed a car with New York OR California license plates, because GOD FORBID he have a car with Illinois license plates. I was totally speechless. So, even though he was one LAZY asshole, he still flew back to New York, had his parents buy him a car, and then drove it all the way back to Chicago, just so he could have New York plates. Then he was all pissed because New York had just switched over to the blue and white mountains 'n' skyscrapers plates, getting ridding of the Statue of Liberty plates. What an asshole.
So, yeah, so now that I have these great, apparently status-granting license plates (before I was driving a car with MICHIGAN plates--the fucking horror!!), I need to figure out how to affix them. The back one is fine. Problem is, NY has front license plates, Michigan doesn't, and my car appears to be entirely lacking any holes where I could bolt this sucker to my front bumper. Hmmm. The car is old and beat up, so I guess it's ok to be ghetto: I think I'm going to buy some wire and tie it on.
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June 23, 2003
wetjet, baby
so everyone east of the mississippi has been whining about the shitty weather--60s, rain, rain, and more rain. today it's sunny, not a cloud in the sky, and 85. and today, i went running, and almost died of heatstroke (is that one or two words?). see, i've been running outside in pants for months, because it's been cold. so today, not thinking, i put on the pants again. BAD IDEA. holy shit. i only ran a mile and a half because i thought i was going to pass out. but, hey, i probably sweated off 10 pounds.
this weekend was dull, because of the rain. saturday we were supposed to go the the mermaid parade, but it was raining buckets. (last year--90 degrees. it was great.) so we did laundry. lots and lots and LOTS of laundry. yesterday C. talked me into driving her out to target in queens, and i bought her a belated anniversary present: a swiffer wetjet. now, before you go thinking this is like the perennial "look honey, a toaster! haven't you always wanted one?" thing, let me explain. c. LOVES to clean. she's wanted one for months. this made her very, very happy. she was running around swiffering for HOURS (that's an exaggeration). it was adorable.
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June 18, 2003
4 down, starts with "L"
i'm sitting here doing a crossword puzzle with C. or rather, she is doing the crossword puzzle and i am her research assistant (we cheat = google and dictionary.com). what's sad is that we're doing the NYPost crossword puzzle and we can't finish it. Oh well. We now know that "debark" is in fact a word and that "tref" means non-kosher in yiddish.
Anyway, it's absolutely perfect. She gave two of the guinea pigs baths. i made gnocchi (made = boiled pasta from a frozen store bought package). soon we will watch adult swim. yay!
ps--C. wants to be a union buster. T2 will be the only one who appreciates that one.
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June 16, 2003
new york, new york
where else can you go for a couple mile run around the local track and get to see 20 teenage boys beat the crap out of each other?
ok, probably most urban areas.
i really have nothing more to say about this, other than i'm glad it happened at the END of my run. there's always kids at the handball courts next to the track. they're loud, but they're teenagers, and they always seem to be having fun. they ignore us (old people, hipsters, yuppies, etc) and we ignore them. i've been running there off and on when i'm in new york for about a year. never had a problem. and then all of the sudden about 20 boys spill out of the courts, across the track, and on to the dirt soccer field in the middle and just start beating each other. i stop. the old people stop. the yuppies and the hipsters stop. we all look confused. i walk home.
again, i'm glad it was at the end of my run.
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June 15, 2003
graduated. drove. etc.
very very tired. two day drive back to new york. pennsylvania is a REALLY long state. REALLY LONG.
sleep now.
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June 11, 2003
summer at 10
rejoice, my people, for the cable modem has arrived!
there was an article in salon yesterday that reminded me about swimming with my grandma. you've got to understand--i ADORED my mom's mother. she lived a few blocks away from us when i was growing up, and only half a block away from my elementary back. i was over there constantly. she adored me back, so it was ok. sometimes during the summer i'd spend the night and we'd get up at 6 or 7 and go to the city's pool. me, my grandma, a few other old people (because, really, who else is up that early and not getting ready to go to work?), and the humid Michigan summer morning. the water would be freezing. my grandma would sit on the side of the pool forever, legs adjusting to the water. when she got in, she'd just bob up and down in the shallow end, up to her shoulders. she never went under--it would mess up her perm. i spent the time doing handstands and trying to splash water in her hair (she adored me, remember? so that was ok, too.) then we'd dry off and get frozen cokes from the snack bar (yes, well before noon--i never thought of that as weird until just now. why the hell were they selling them in the morning?) and sit in her car (maroon buick, fuzzy seats, LCD screen on the dashboard that told you what the temperature in the car was--usually well over 95 degrees) and stare out at the river.
that next year i went through puberty and stopped having so much fun being in a swimsuit. my grandma died of cancer. she was 64. i'll always miss her.
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June 09, 2003
and back
it's been awhile. we won't have internet until tomorrow, so i haven't had access reliable enough to write. never fear! sometime between the hours of 2 and 6 tomorrow afternoon a man is supposed to come and plug in the cable modem (i'm unclear why i couldn't have done this myself a week and a half ago when i ordered the service, but whatever), and my useless, incoherent almost-daily writing will begin anew.
the move went fine. i still like new york better than chicago, and even the williamsburg hipsters aren't annoying me so much, even though their numbers (and the rents...) seem to have tripleed since last summer. barbri is boring and the commute to and from the class sucks. my monkey is great and i love her. i got the e-mail a few days ago confirming my graduation! and i have a cold.
and now i'm going to go take a nap.
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