jiggity jig

2003-09-09 - 12:02 p.m.

so it's september already. good. august was too long and too hot for my taste.

last friday was the first day of perfect weather since i moved up here. i drove to get my allergy shot with the windows down and listened to 'white blood cells,' which is strangely the white stripes album that i've neglected the longest. i remembered how good it gets. later that afternoon i took a walk around the lake near our house for the first time. it's a wee little path, so i walked it back and forth a few times, just enjoying the glorious autumn wind and twilight. there were ducks. i sat on a bench and wrote in my pussy journal, now only a few pages away from being full. i thought about the year since i began that journal, how it began in scotland and ended here. at least it will soon enough. i wondered what that meant.

my writing ideas have been flying, though i only take the time to jot down the idea and rarely, if ever, go back to flesh out the work itself. but i have a good feeling about this new series of ideas, which actually isn't all that new, since in going back through the pussy journal i discovered that i first had the idea in june and have yet to write the piece. but it's coming. the ideas will soon overflow and even my fantastically solid damn of procrastination will have to give way eventually. besides, everyone who's heard the idea loves it, and how can i ignore the praise of a public that craves my acerbic tounge on paper? i can't, you see.

last week lane visited us from the cold, cold north. we had indian food and went to the neat shops downtown. we sat on the leather couches in big lots and talked about our living situations, and our hopes for our creative futures, and the guy with the unibrow stocking shampoo. we played a lot of tetris 2, and ended up beating each other's ass with steady regularity. it was good to see her again.

we also, along with my roommate, hung out with three drunk republicans on the patio next door. they had some frightening political views, and i almost got into the thick of it before realizing that i really didn't want to get into a political debate with drunken republicans. i almost told them that i worshipped satan, just to fuck with them, but i decided that i just didn't want to waste the effort, seeing as how they probably wouldn't remember most of our conversation the next day.

my wall of dreams is nearly complete, which makes my room almost perfect. which it damn well should be after spending nearly 24 hours trying to build a cheap-ass bookshelf that i picked up at the german wal-mart.

the other night i talked to krafchik for over an hour, catching up with her life and her plans for the future. we're all so shakey, we don't even know what to do with ourselves. it's wonderful solidarity even if singularly depressing. we talked about the old days of living in boston (five years ago, christ on a cracker!). i remembered feeling young and adventurous and able to do anything. it was a grand talk. i do love my boston friends, distant but not forgotten.

and now the computer elf is going to boot me off the computer in three minutes, so i needs must depart. next on the agenda: home again home again, jiggity jig, for fleetwood mac!