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February 20, 2004

Date date date

I met up with the Sicilian on Wednesday night to deliver my annual report. In all the fuss and bother of being broken up with and then nursing my sputtering fantasies of revenge for two years, I had forgotten how much I really do like him and we had a quite a nice time I thought.

The tricky part was when I found myself starting to give him advice on his love life, encouraging him to go out there and date date date. I thought to myself, Self, what the fuck are you doing? You don't want this man to date. You want him to spend the rest of his life trying in vain to recapture the pinnacles of life that he was able to experience only with you, and eventually to swear off women forever in sad resignation. (For the record, I want this to be true of all men who cross my path, including those who are gay, married, or who I have only briefly made eye contact with on the bus.)

In other news, I have been moved into a new office! Now I have my own rather large space, with my very own window. Basically, I have just sold my soul to DARPA for a corner cubicle and a square foot of natural light. I'm never going to escape from here, am I? I'm going to retire from here when I'm seventy-three.

Posted by didofoot at February 20, 2004 12:41 PM

Comments

I too agree that every man that crosses my path should spend their life mourning the loss of me. its really the only thing that makes sense.

Posted by: Adrienne at February 20, 2004 01:23 PM

i mourn the loss of you adi. if you were in sf i would marry you.

Posted by: didofoot at February 20, 2004 01:24 PM

Corner cube and sq. foot of sunlight? What do you *do*?!?
Seriously, though.

Posted by: robyn at February 20, 2004 01:33 PM

Plenty of room for that lego set then! And even the light to see it with too.

What can you see out of your window? Have you put a plant on the windowsill yet?

Posted by: chambochae at February 20, 2004 02:28 PM

robyn: i am a glorified account. except without the glory.

cham: not yet, but i am plotting. what would be the most fun to slowly kill? a cactus? or something viney?

Posted by: didofoot at February 20, 2004 02:34 PM

Steer clear of geraniums. You can't kill them... I've tried.

Posted by: dianna at February 20, 2004 03:12 PM

maybe a baby? surely i could kill a baby! a potted baby.

Posted by: didofoot at February 20, 2004 03:16 PM

but without the pot, that baby would have a fighting chance. those suckers are quick. and they bite.

Posted by: didofoot at February 20, 2004 03:16 PM

the bamboo kati vol gave me is still alive. whereas the purple flowers kim gave me have died a miserable death.

shit. i take that back. i just glanced at the bamboo and some of the leaves are kind of yellow and one is covered in dainty cat bites.

Posted by: michele at February 20, 2004 10:13 PM

Grow an annual from seed, like an annual Coleus, then it will die next winter! mwahahahahaha

Posted by: chambochae at February 22, 2004 08:02 AM

sea monkeys, god damn you!

or a biennial beet, like in that ramona book.

Posted by: holohan at February 23, 2004 08:01 AM

baaaaaanjoooooooo!

Posted by: didofoot at February 23, 2004 09:02 AM

hehehehehehe

Posted by: gene at February 23, 2004 09:06 AM

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