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I'm not shaving my legs for taar korma or something else appetizing. Change of plans, change of clothes. We're driving to into the wilds of middle Texas in search of a certain Mac laptop. Should be fun, and satisfy my craving for a mini road trip. So I'm listening to Liz Phair and Candlebox while I practice my overhand throw off the balcony.

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When you don't shave your legs, someone wants to touch them.

ever notice that?

Hi. I'm bored. how are you?

Hehe, I've noticed that too. But I went a week and a half, not bites. So I break down and shave for the hell of it. Just to see if I remember how to do the knees without cutting myself. (I'm not very good at this, you see)

Hi! I wish you were here to see what the sky looks like. It's blue like a never been awake before sort of blue, and I'm listening to "Fuck and Run."

I sorta forget to do my knees.
I pretend I don't have them.
And then I have to retouch them in photos.
You sound oddly spritely.

BTW, do you sing?
Velma and I had a good chuckle the other night about how amusing you and me and her and megan and kat would be at a piano bar when you're in town.

I sing. Not well. But I like to sing. I'm all for singing. I can imagine we would be quite a riot all put together.

I feel rather lively. An afternoon in the sun will do that sometimes. I think I must be part plant. It's been a nice day too, free of all of the pressing issues of the week.

A lot of it must be the delayed sense of relief at having closed a paticular chapter of my life. That ghost girl has been laid to rest in a surprisingly undramatic manner.

Oh good -- yes -- there's one we go t where people solo and you really go there to perform and listen, but there's another next door where everyone sings in groups of loud raucousness. So both make an easy visit.

It's very strange when parts of the past just aren't there anymore.

Sounds like much fun. I think I would have made a great underground 80s pop star.

It's a bit odd. Three years of my life, thereabouts. A girl I thought I was. AS I was saying goodbye, all that life flashed before my eyes. And I could see how it would be if I married him, the children, their names and smiles, how I'd wake up in the middle of the night and find him asleep on the couch or somewhere else, doing our laundry in loads of black and white... the lure of the knowable quantity disappeared.

I feel more myself than I ever have. The radio just said "you're no longer a part of your lover's dreams." It's fitting.

Check out the Giant Octopus!

I think the whole world wants to see the squid -- it doesn't want to connect.

Sometimes I have these horrible, sudden flashes of the other life, or one of the other lives, while I'm doing something totally mundane. It's always really jarring, but the relief of being done with it is always a relief once it passes.

It's pretty big. I like the idea of giant underwater creatures.

When I was about 12, I had this strong sense of the life I wanted to have. It involved being a lesbian, sterilizing myself, living in New York in a place with wood floors high up in the sky and owning a lot of videos. Sometimes I laugh a little and feel lost when I remember that. I've been dreaming a lot lately, probably because I've been thinking about the exgirlfriend. I wish it was easier to meet girls here. *le sigh* I had this discussion with a charming gay boy of my acquaintance. At least he has a date right now!

I don't think it's hard to meet girls, I think it's hard to figure out what's going on with them, because everyone gets so freaky passive because we have no training with this nonsense. Someone recently told me about some party though with lots of cute babydykes that they said I should go be predatory at, but I can't remember anything about it now.

Yeah. I suppose I should be saying, it's hard to meet girls that I know there's something happening with.

I'm falling off the couch with the image of you stalking around in your coat, being predatory amongst a sea of girls. Hee!

Well, this seems to be a universal problem, and apparently it doesn't get less screwy anywhere.

As to that image, regrettably, it remains merely in both of our minds. At this point, my main concern is trying to figure out how to achieve this effect as it gets warmer. Because the new attitude and summer sun dresses just aren't going together.

I'm thinking the severe (hah) sorts of dresses my grandmother wore, with the buttons down the front and the shoes with ankles straps. Perhaps the appropriate hat? Hmm.

I live in blue jeans and tank tops in the summer. Sandals for when I'm quiet and boots for when I feel fearsome.

I'm thinking of getting one of those long sheer mesh coat thingies so I can billow around in that. Otherwise, I've no clue.

Although I need to fetch or make some black dresses for some important ritual events in April soon.

Excellent. I support that.
To the road!
Reports at sometime later when we beat Indiana Jones to the Holy Grail.

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