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Boyz II Men songs and the disco ball
It turns out SF State has a Halloween Dance. Capital letters included. Come on! I have a chance to go to a school dance! Screw you people. I’m getting a corsage and a pimply date and a spangled handbag and hitting the decorated gym with my whole soul. You can all find yourselves someone else’s … Continue reading
Languages incomprehensible to the Kahn
I’m reading Invisible Cities again. I know there’s more to it than all the pretty words, but the language is so dazzling that I get lost trying to find the unifying elements. “There is a sense of emptiness that comes over us in the evening, with the odor of the elephants after the rain…” That’s … Continue reading
Goodbye Sicilian, hello Lad.
I guess it was inevitable, being that I work near his house, I’m friends with his friends, I take bart near his work, I hang out at his hotspots… I ran into the Sicilian today. To be honest, it was so anti-climactic that the sentence hardly deserves its own paragraph. We walked, we talked, I … Continue reading
Please help me!
What I do have: a Halloween party in three days. What I don’t have: a costume. Help! I have a devil wig, sort of, so I could use that I guess…but what else does the devil wear? Preferably something not big and stifling so that I can undergo my usual drink-induced full body blush without … Continue reading
Stoltz makes my life smell like pee.
First of all, I finally swallowed my convictions and rented The House of Mirth. Gillian Anderson, who up until now I’d only seen substituting growling for acting, was actually very good as Lily, who was one of my favorite characters in literature for a long time. Any flaws in her performance I am inclined to … Continue reading
In which she is maudlin
Every so often I see someone who has one of the Sicilian’s features, like the beard or the crazy hair or the eyes, and it kicks my teeth in with a sound like air being sucked out of a plane. I am so very happy to be through it. All I can remember is the … Continue reading
December coming home
My sweet peacock Allen sent us some photos of mostly Guatemala. Lord I miss that boy. Which is a little odd, considering we have pretty much been email friends most of the time I’ve known him, but he did smell awfully nice.
1,2,3,4, We don’t want your – hey, the Gap’s having a sale!
Yesterday in my Government class, the prof handed back our papers and gave us some virtual head-patting for a while, which was satisfying. Then she wrote the following in HUGE LETTERS ON THE BOARD: ITS IT’S She made us identify which was the possessive and which the contraction. “Learn it, know it,” she said. “It’ll … Continue reading
ENGLISH JOHN VS. WHITE DAN IN THE WRESTLING MATCH OF THE CENTURY
So I met another Us, who may or may not have a website for Us to inundate. He’s in my English class; his name is John; I call him English John, but not to his English face. Now he has a nickname; already, his Us-ness is clear. English John reads books. So far, he has … Continue reading
And we kept minor movie stars in the yard, as pets…
I watched the full audio commentary on “Can’t Hardly Wait,” which I guess is the obligatory activity for new DVD owners. It is a process totally without enjoyment, even when Seth Green does a fake English accent which he refuses to drop until all the other people commenting gang up and yell at him to … Continue reading