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The pseudo-mirangue then went on to be the frosting for my bouche de noel, which turned into more of an avalanche cake. Heather placed little people on it which had bled their colour all over the icing by the next morning. It was a little disturbing, but ooooh so delicious.

to sound system fuck ups to car maintenance to Heather getting teeth pulled conspired against us laving on time and it just makes me feel kind of unprepared.

It's funny how I can feel like I've been rushed to get out on the road and yet also feel like, less than 48 hours into our wanderings, as if we've been out forever.

It was strange to be back in Maryland for so long - it was neccessary - but it was as if you were slacking at a job you really Loved. It WAS slacking at a job we really Love. We're dangerously low on our reserves and we simply make more money while we're traveling - so there's a little weight off. There's also something to be said for the fact that any emotional baggage we're leaving in Maryland - well, we'll be getting as far as it's possible to get from it sans the use of a US passport.

Yes - we know there's a song in that somewhere. We're working on it.

 

PLOJ XXXVII at my mom's house in Lanham, MD.

I'm sorry to say that this also leaves our CD project unfininshed. The timing just got screwed and between one thing and another "Between Lover and Twilight" is sitting on the sidelines until we get back in May. It's such a beautiful project, it pains me to leave it floating in limbo, but if anything, that'll up the angst and flavour it with grrrowling.

I'm writing again. I can thank some specific people for that, but it'd probably be better to leave them anonymous. I think a new song ,"Trouble", is almost done, but it feels a little long - it feels a litle clunky. There are some words that need some tlc and an assault by a good word masseusse. That'll be me on a better day.

Today we're catching up on our computer-based anger in Gastonia, North Carolina at our friend Ben's house. He's about the nicest guy you could ever hope to meet, and model-pretty as well.

 
 
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