please use your inside voice

2002-01-30 - 10:50 p.m.

2002-01-30, 10:50 p.m.

Exfoliate

"A Prophecy - I'm gonna own everything like an apostrophy" - Princess Superstar

Handwritten loveletters stuffed discreetly in the back pocket of my jeans while i do 800 data entries. I could only grunt and stare blankly at the coworker i hate today. Up and down my moods but mostly up.

TOnight was fun - seafood pad thai and nail polish shopping, watching Scott Thompson give a girl head on stage as his Buddy Cole fag character. SLightly genius, definately offensive, thorougly enjoyable which made me question my own moral compass. I've been using that term a lot lately - moral compass.

Someone asked me yesterday what I thought about religion and I stammered that I hadn't pondered that in a while.

Taking love advice by the TD bank machine amongst a heap of valentines candy and chocolate from someone who used to make my head spin and has now nicely transitioned into 'friend' zone.

(have to mention her bc she is a new jodycoyote daily subscriber..what's that called? A shout out?:)

Thinking about actually calling the DJ girl I asked out on the weekend thanks to the courage provided by 7 Gin and TOnics.

Pondering phone ho-dom thanks to Tricky. Trying to figure out the logisitics.

Must go make use of cranberry salt scrub from the body shop.

2002-01-30, 1:12 p.m.

fans and fanatical purchasing

Clearly, I have a problem. A book purchasing addiction. I am aware. But I am sooo happy with my 2 smooth new novels. "Lenny Bruce is Dead" by Jonothan Goldstein, who i believe I used to read with in Montreal and "What We All Want" by Michelle Barry, whose name I keep seeing so I thought I'd check it all out.

Full of chicken souvlaki and rice, I am going to mail my grant off and be done with it.

I stood in line at the falafel place beside Gavin Crawford, the commedian, and i just had to tell him how much of a fan I am. He smiled like a little boy in church.

2002-01-30, 9:38 a.m.

good things wanna stay

A nod to notyourmama for this entry.

Things I am happy about/grateful for:

*grant finished

*seeing scott thompson and having luverly dinner with cool friend tonight

*PAY DAY!

*best friend back from vacation

*writing more than grocery lists and diarylands again

*breeders new album

*soon to be.. Marnie Woodrow's new novel.."Spelling Mississippi" in March

* greggies's play opening soon

*in my mind, I'm planning to visit willy-nilly asap..miss you guys!

2002-01-29, 8:27 a.m.

puff factor

Um...the counter on my buddy list is sooo off. It says I updated last 10 days ago. Clearly not keeping up with my obsessive need to document each and every detail in my 9-5 life.

I tried to dress up today but i ended up looking kinda puffy and greasy. I hate that. The puff factor is getting me down. It's sick how much i would like to get rid o' the matronly upper arms. I'd keep my big butt and the big ole hips but the arms...they get me down. Mostly it's because people keep taking pictures of me where the arm is the focus point. Seriously, all the photos of me from Michigan as ALL ARM and my teeny tiny head peering out over.

enough loathing. I wrote a poem last night. Here it is:

Today I will finish my grant.

Today

I will

finish my

grant.

Then I will drink beer.

OK, I'm working on the last line.

Back to the data entry grind. I had nightmares last night involving keying in fucking postal codes. I'm so tempted to type in "satan jones" and "Mr.FuckYou Management" in the name spaces.

BUt alas, eating is good.

2002-01-28, 6:42 p.m.

i hate grants. I love money.

Walking home from work because January has never been more April till today. Reading her 6am letter and bumping into people who all grinned at me silly because the warmth could've solved almost everything today. Finally stopped my forward motion at Juice For Life and wrote longhand while waiting for my "warrior" rice bowl - i am sure that it will cure me of the 3-days-of-partying kicked-in-the-face feeling i spent the day with.

Turning the corner of my street, hands warmed by pumpkin fritters from the roti shop, i run into an old friend from the Montreal womens centre at the phone booth. She says she loved my book. ANd not just because she knows me. Then I told her Pirate turned 27 today and she screamed as she biked away "I'm soooo old!"(Pirate and I were 20 and 21 when we worked with her in Mtl)

I think I want a low-key birthday. A nice dinner with some close friends. No hostess anxiety needed. 26 seems less a milestone and more a neccessary evil.

I'm procrastinating writing up a grant. Maybe I'll go shave my legs. Retrieve my best bra from the ex. How I've missed my cleavage while its laid beneath her piles of clothes.

2002-01-28, 8:03 a.m.

he gave me shiney things..

Last night I experienced roller-rink culture for the first time. I wobbled around un-sexy up and down the bar, holding on, marveling how all my friends could master sk8ing around in a fast swirling circle with strobe lights while getting drunk. I am too precarious. I could've kissed my connect-me-to-the-ground shoes. But alas, it 'twas fun.

Happy Birthday Pirate! We are both officially closer to 30 than 20. I think this is fueling our obsession with teen movies.

I stayed between awake and asleep all night long. Coming to every 20 minutes or so and willing myself not to look at the clock. Must stop falling asleep at 10pm on the weekdays and 4am on the weekends.

Happy Monday everyone...remember that band? My Manchester summer at 15 singing the Charlatans UK swimming in the Georgeville lake at my friends cottage. Trying to look mod in a town without pavement.

Eyes shutting without brain's consent.

Better start workin'.

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