robilyaimy
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January 14th, 2004.
So, it was a really, really long night. And there were some pretty painful moments. People, I mean – in case we need this reinforced out there… are really not at their finest when they’re drunk, and by the end of the night, just about everyone at this place was pretty smashed. It just wasn’t…
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January 13th, 2004.
Heather was attacked at 5am this morning, the perpetrator is lying in a sunbeam behind me, caged like the animal she is. Maggie… Oh Maggie… All of the Amy’s Parents’ House animals drool. Maggie apparently came rushing into Heather’s room at about five in the morning, and tracked Heather in the pre-dawn light, and leapt.…
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January 12th, 2004.
Sitting at Orbit’s, in Fredericksburg, Virginia. Low-key and calm at the moment – “are you going away with no word of farewell? Didn’t mean to treat you unkind, you know that was the last thing on my mind.” Perhaps six years ago I was brought here. The trains passing out the back window, old stone…
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January 10th, 2004.
Played the Riverdale Bookshop tonight. Awesome show, despite the hideous nastiness of this bastard cold that’s busily kicking my ass around the neighbourhood. All of the photo credits from the Riverdale Bookshop, btw – go to Justin, Heather’s brother. Though, some of the pictures came out really weird, cause the faces on the album covers…
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January 8th, 2004.
Have arrived at my parents’ house, returning from the most… un… un something. One of the most uncomfortable open mic experiences I’ve ever had. The Harambe Cafe in Adam’s Morgan, Washington DC – Ethiopian food catches me off guard with it’s excitement and spongey bread and clenchy finger action. This isn’t here for any particular…
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January 7th, 2004.
I hate the realities of Life. I worry about taxes, and I worry about an income, and survival. But – I also feel that I can take this. I don’t particularly want to, but the world has thrown all sorts of things at me, and I seem to be able to maintain a “this too…
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January 6th, 2004.
I’m sitting at the College Perk, worrying about little things and big things, and watching the cat sleep on a pretty woman’s knee. Stubby tailed and contrary, I don’t remember the beast’s name off the top of my head – but it’s something like “Poopsy” or something equally painful. Anywho, chatting with Shane on IM,…
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January 1st, 2004.
Great battles for New Years. Cartoon channel vs Dick Clark vs MTV. The Feebles vs the Muppets. Janna’s hot and sour soup vs Justin’s Patapsco stew. It was a good night. Those are my socks poking out from underneath Ray, Cat and Jayson Blair (down from New York!) We washed our hands carefully to make…
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December 31st, 2003.
It’s strange. I used to fill Little Black Books to bursting with little black writing – but you can only fill one book with writing, you know? And so I type in this Journal, and make all my thoughts ready for public consumption. Some have accused me of not doing that very successfully – but…
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December 30th, 2003.
Yesterday it was promotionals and watching James Bond… today is promotionals and watching Star Trek. Oh God – tomorrow before the party, maybe we can have promos and like… a Critters marathon or something.