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September 30th, 2003

i waited all summer just to see you breathe

confidential to darlingjason

September 30th, 2003

heartbreak in three acts

Act III is available for public perusal. it’s completely fiction and not based on anything that may or may not or has or hasn’t happened. just so you know.

September 30th, 2003

thatsa spicy meataball

i made the commitment to eating pizza tonight. i’ve been craving pizza for some time. i don’t eat it too often, not because i don’t love it, but more because it’s such a commitment. when you live alone, and decide to eat pizza, you have to commit yourself to the fact that you’ll be eating [...]

September 30th, 2003

i think i might have to change my name to natasha

i think i might have conned most of the brattybrats out last night. i went home and watched a movie and didn’t touch the computer too much and didn’t worry about my story or anything and it was mostly very pleasant. oftentimes i am oddly pleased when someone can tell my mood by the tone [...]

September 29th, 2003

joyous occassion

—–Original Message—– From: Jodi Sent: Monday, September 29, 2003 9:14 AM To: Allison Subject: Rufus Have you gotten the new Rufus yet? —–Original Message—– From: Allison Sent: Monday, September 29, 2003 9:47 AM To: Jodi Subject: RE: Rufus No, but I did get engaged yesterday. i am so happy for allison that you couldn’t kick [...]

September 29th, 2003

grapefruit

i had a rough night last night. one of those nights where i sobbed fat lonely tears full of bitterness and despair. i fell asleep with the light on and my face looks a little like a red grapefruit, and my eyes cannot be found in the pulpy mess. this no way to start a [...]

September 28th, 2003

to the rescue

have i mentioned lately how much my new best friendboy rocks? even when i am in the pouty depths of loneliness and black sunday, he still listens to me like i’m a sane person with a rational reason for being so fucked up and sad and selfish. he listens and argues with me and then [...]

September 28th, 2003

the return of black sunday

tonight, it’s not so good. i’ve fallen and i can’t get up. this is the worst i’ve felt about myself in a long, long time. the loneliness, it’s inescapable tonight. i really did try. i watched “Almost Famous.” i made a good dinner, i tried to stay busy. but you cannot escape the silence of [...]

September 28th, 2003

don’t feed the writer

i’ve been working on some story ideas for class. i have to bring a story for them to read on thursday. of course i feel like every idea that falls from my fingers is pure and utter crap, but i forge on. which is absolutely amazing when you conside how very distracting my hair is. [...]

September 28th, 2003

scenes from a pancake breakfast

“look cade, it’s your attractive aunt jodi,” sister #3 said “i can’t help it, it’s 8:30 in the morning.” “it’s 8:40,” sister #2 said. “you’re late.” “cade, someone should tell her grunge went out in 1996.” “you want me to take off the hat?” “it can’t be that bad.” so i took off the cap. [...]

September 28th, 2003

mr. coffee and me

i am now the proud owner of my first coffee maker. i feel so grown-up. this is a big step for anti-appliance me. now when i convince someone that i completely rule and they decide they want to spend more time with me i can invite them over for a cup of coffee.

September 27th, 2003

want one

i completely forgot that my beloved and much-adored Rufus Wainwright had a new CD come out on tuesday. i promptly high-tailed it to my local target outlet to pick me up the latest and greatest from the gayest and cutest singer i’ve ever had the honor of adoring. you seriously need to check out rufus’ [...]

September 27th, 2003

lo and behold it was all just a crazy dream

i’ve spent most of the night and morning obsessing about the frist two stories we have to workshop for class on thursday. these are stories written by two of my classmates, and not John Updike’s “A&P” (which happens to be one of my all-time faves, right after James Joyce’s “Araby”). the stories aren’t good. in [...]

September 27th, 2003

turtle dreams

last night i had a dream that an adorable turtle named tommy fell through a hole in my ceiling and landed on my bed, a bed that was covered in sheets with turtles printed on them. tommy was no ordinary turtle. he had big cartoon eyes and a shell with yellow horizontal lines and blue [...]

September 26th, 2003

lots of great things are

i was talking to CL (the friend and co-worker who’s taking this class with me) and i was waxing poetic about beautiful robert. CL totally thinks i should make a play for him, he’s like my flirting coach. i, of course, turn into low self-esteem girl. “i just hate to hear you say stuff that [...]