novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- sad muddy streetcorner sunglasses today is a revisit of summer. it's so hot. i wore my swimsuit underneath my jeans, my $2.99 flip flops, and giant 1980s sunglasses all day. i slept through everything and then skipped out on swimming so i could go buy MORE giant 1980s sunglasses. my ultimate goal is to find pink cop sunglasses. all week it's been so hot that i routinely take off my shoes and walk around in the mud puddles that never heal underneath pine trees in the quad. i did it in front of XXXX and she was so grossed out that i did it some more. (this is added proof that i am in fact a 12 year old boy.) today is mollie's birthday. in true nonsensical friendship, we're going to get married and then become asexual german speaking hairdressers that hand out lollipops after each haircut, hairy lollipops. joanne is going to cut my hair after we watch "three's company." chrissy already left and the next dimwitted blonde has taken her place. i love how the producers typecast the blonde character, yet had janet as the staple. janet always reminded me of those sad waif paintings from the 1970s--little children or thin cats with huge, crying eyes. tomorrow kirsten and i are meeting on an ubiquitous street corner in downtown san francisco. at a gas station. we will both be wearing gigantic sunglasses so we can recognize each other. how covert. dum da dum dum. happy birthday, mollie. 4:50 pm - 9.8.2000 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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