novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- my last thursday. my coworkers and i bond over blues and the movie spaceballs. roy remembers leisuresuit larry. karen calls me flossie and gillian calls me a backwards star-bellied sneech now that she's discovered the tattoo on my back. paige lets me feed her pets when she's away, lets me walk around her giant house and pretend part of her life is mine. i listen to internet radio and inadvertently learn about britney's nervousness over recording with justin, ray davies recording with yo la tengo and the miss teen usa awards. there is a murderer on the loose, steph mentions, and then burps. phone rings, automatic pleasure syndrom voice chirps into the reciever, fax beeps, i slide on my crappy work shoes to deliver the fax to its recipient down the hall. 4:33 pm - 8.23.01 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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