novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- nonsensical saturday i reorganized my schedule so that i have a weekend. it's more of a weekend day rather than a full-fledged two days, but i'll take what i can get. yesterday we puttered through junk shops and flea markets. you couldn't decide whether to buy the plastic mug with "solitary" scripted over dunes and cacti, so you hid it between the crude twenty dollar van gogh ripoffs and we resumed attacking each other with muumuus. did you know mother hubbard is a synonym for muumuu? and that mumu is merely a spelling variant? [in the dress aisle we decided this: on my birthday you will wear whatever i decide. i am thinking big frilled 1980s ball gown (complete with waistcoat), goggles/ski mask, pom poms and perhaps snow shoes. i know you will do it, too. i will need to remind you come november but i know you will do it. i am going to film your snow walk that day, awkwardly smacking sidewalk en route to class and work. the mask will puff out your upper lip and make you look like a fish.] you found a stuffed bear that was apparently assembled from four different animal skins, all of which were flaking off. you threatened me with bodily bear harm. i deflected your advances with a series of wooden bowls and serving spoons. and then we tried on cowboy hats. at the flea market a cocker spaniel peed on my foot, and in your car rocketing down the highway, shaking like a small boat because the maxima was at full speed, you informed me that this was a good omen because i've always wanted a cocker spaniel. 1:24 pm - 02.06.05 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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