novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- what is this, a meeting of the teamsters? hello? um, hi. this is jenn katherinhand. i am sitting in my apartment and there is an elka sitting on my carpet. she is drinkin a sprite 20 oz and smokin the camel lights like a movie star and giggling at annie hall, even though she has made it clear that woody allen is a creepy creepy man and she just can't get down with that. it is the day after thanksgiving. before all this we walked to max's liquor cigars and magazines and she was very nice to the owner. she says she used to buy four different newspapers for work and he gave her matches no matter what she was buying. he never gave me matches. maybe he has something against grape soda and meow mix. we walked back down my street and elka was telling me about her faulty nostril (ask her about it. she loves talking about the nostrils.) and a scary boy in a jeep yelled out at us and i yelled back and his peace sign became just a middle finger and we were scared the jeep was going to stop and there was going to be a rumble. but the jeep kept going and it's a good thing because our bazooms are our weapons and these broads take no prisoners. so right now. we are watching the movie and telling secrets. it's the classroom scene and elka just guffawed at the 'i'm into leather' line from the girl in the front row. elka says she likes my landscape polaroids. i am taking this as a compliment, seeing as elka is one of those creative types. elka's carpet is soggy. her futon was consumed by mildew. no south park game or lounging on lovely afghans for the lot of us. that's why she's here. it's very nice. i am going to sit on the carpet now. 10:24 pm - 11.23.01 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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