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August 02, 2003

Wavy Pavement

It is far too warm a day today to be as cold as I have been. All day, my surroundings have been conspiring to confuse me.

I had this overwhelming urge to scream today. Not out of anger or frustration, really. More of a steadily growing desire for a ridiculously ear-shattering primal scream. I wanted to scream like hell in the SUV-ridden parking lot that I was in this morning. I wanted to scream in Long's while picking up photos and deodorant. I wanted to throw my flip-flops at a passing couple just to startle them. I wanted to stick my tongue out at people. I wanted to make noises. Freak people out.

Instead of that, though, I carried out my ordinary errands in non-committal silence. Sure showed those fuckers.

Ben Folds has been soundtracking my last couple of days. I have been boxing things up and sorting through 7 years of photos. It's been very nice to have him around.

Today's fortune cookie: "You will spend old age in comfort and material wealth."
So, that's great then. That's good to know. I won't worry.

Posted by kati at August 2, 2003 05:18 PM


my fortune, "let it all hang out. soon you'll be old and it won't hang good anymore."

Posted by: michele at August 2, 2003 08:49 PM

I like Ben's cover of "Tiny Dancer", even tho he doesn't quite go low enough when he sings "Daa-aan-ce-rr" Ya know?

Posted by: robyn at August 12, 2003 01:00 AM