novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- happy labor day, now go to sleep. labor day. what are we supposed to be celebrating on labor day? i forget. is it to bookmark the horrors that plagued workers during the beginning of the industrialization era? i asked my housemates what this holiday stood for, and no one gave me an actual response. i think it's funny that i have no idea why i have time off. i spent my labor day in berkeley, baking cake and drawing feet. (ceci did most of the baking but i did all of the mixing. yes, i am proud of this.) joanne and i ate burritos while ceci cleaned the kitchen. we watched "friends" and i was in awe of how pointy jennifer anniston's chin is. me to joanne: you really mean a lot to me. joanne to me: i have to poop. god i love joanne. being around her calms me down, relaxes me. we can have comfortable silences. we barter. she says "hi" a lot. so many things have been happening that i haven't bothered to write them down because it takes too long. writing this feels forced; i bet it shows. last night XXXX asked me if my life was always in conflict. it threw me back a little bit. instantly i answered no but after thinking about it for a while i wasn't sure. conflict and resolution are parts of change, and change is always happening, so isn't everybody stuck in conflict land? earth: planet of drama queens. i bought my mom a card that says "if your heart hurts, it's time to get a puppy." 1:39 am - 9.5.2000 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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