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March 25, 2006

Waiting for the train

8:00 a.m. Been up for two hours. Drinking coffee now in my sunny living room, listening to Elliot Smith tell the biggest lie on repeat. We leave on our trip tomorrow but we leave the apartment today, in just a few hours. Outside the giant rainbow flag waves goodbye.

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My next post will be from glamorous Philadelphia, I expect.

Posted by didofoot at March 25, 2006 08:05 AM

Comments

You know, in Mexico cream cheese is called "Philadelphia."

See if you don't make friends there with *that* bit of trivia in your holster.

Posted by: jason at March 25, 2006 10:15 AM

You know, it came off as a joke when I asked which of your apartment keys was which, but I really wasn't paying any attention when you explained it to Michele. I was thinking of imaginary punk rock songs for the WD-40s to play and not listening.

Posted by: sean at March 25, 2006 11:23 AM

Have fun! Be intercontinental when you eat French toast.

Posted by: Dianna at March 25, 2006 11:35 AM

yeah, i heard her say, "the thicker one is stronger for the strongness of the portcullis. defense systems operational! man your stations, man your stations! 1! 2! 1, 2, 3, 4!! the door is thick! i'm stupid like a brick! where's my dick? knock, knock. dick dick dick dick!"

Posted by: michele at March 25, 2006 12:05 PM

i don't actually remember which keys i gave you sean. but there's only two so andrew probably can work it out. you, with your inability to concentrate, will be effectively foiled from entering our house and rehearsing with WD40, thank goodness.

Posted by: didofoot at March 25, 2006 02:00 PM

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