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well it's done. i've done the time, and i've persevered. at least i think i have. it makes you wonder if you as the average person will ever win against fraudulent policemen. i was stopped for a dumb ass reason and i ended up paying the price; both financially as well as chronologically. so here is the end result of that part of my vehicular life thus far...and it only cost me an average amount of 220 dollars:
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i don't know if the system works, but it's definitely doing something.
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Monday, March 29, 2004
Wednesday, March 24, 2004
" martian shores "
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we've found evidence of water
upon martian shores
so why can't we get me a better job?
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we've found evidence of water
upon martian shores
so why can't we get me a better job?
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Tuesday, March 23, 2004
" gee golly and diddly dang man "
---
so last night i decide to try my hand at selling crap on ebay. i chose a motor drive power winder that i have had sitting on my shelf for around two years or so. it doesn't even work with any of the cameras i have, so i said to myself what the hey.
then!
when i go to check the status in the morning, cambuff1 has already bought the thing!
now amid a flutter of cyber paperwork and merchant email invoice-type distributionaryness, i am sent spiraling into the nutty world of the ebay seller.
i've gotten the first taste, and there's no turning back.
i think.
---
so last night i decide to try my hand at selling crap on ebay. i chose a motor drive power winder that i have had sitting on my shelf for around two years or so. it doesn't even work with any of the cameras i have, so i said to myself what the hey.
then!
when i go to check the status in the morning, cambuff1 has already bought the thing!
now amid a flutter of cyber paperwork and merchant email invoice-type distributionaryness, i am sent spiraling into the nutty world of the ebay seller.
i've gotten the first taste, and there's no turning back.
i think.
---
Monday, March 22, 2004
" the aftermath of dogs "
---
okay, so i call the berkeley emergency pet care center, the place with the lockers...and i talk to this man who rushes through my questions and asks me only what color the dog is and what locker i placed him in.
he quickly replied to me the owner has him, then hung up on me.
curt, busy, and to the point i suppose. but the owner has the dog now, so i guess there's that...
---
okay, so i call the berkeley emergency pet care center, the place with the lockers...and i talk to this man who rushes through my questions and asks me only what color the dog is and what locker i placed him in.
he quickly replied to me the owner has him, then hung up on me.
curt, busy, and to the point i suppose. but the owner has the dog now, so i guess there's that...
---
" sweet sweet dog "
---
today while at work i found a dog wandering the streets and no one was around that looked like they owned this dog, so i whistled it over and he was this beautiful chocolate brown beige and white tinged dog. mid-sized and no barking-type.
i had no idea what to do, but felt that i couldn't leave him to roam the street all willy nilly, so i took him into my work and had him lie down near to me so i could keep an eye on him. i checked the tags while giving him some water and there was a name and number, so i called it.
no one picked, up and they had an emergency pet number to call, so i called them. they said to bring the dog by at 10th and university after i was done closing at work.
i took the dog there after work, and he was so trusting and sweet and sad. i wanted to find his owner so that he could go somewhere where he could be loved and get food and shelter...
when i got to the pet hospital i filled out some forms and answered some basic information questions, but when it came time to leave him there, they said that there was no room!
where is this sweet sweet doggie going to stay? i toyed around with the notion to take him home, but i found out that you could locker stays at the dog pet emergency center on 2nd at addison. so i drove there next.
the hardest part was putting him into the locker. i filled out the form and wrote notes to the place employees on how i found him, what i did while he was in my care, and how he ended up there. and then when it came time to place him into the locker, he didn't want to go in. i had to sit there and sing bob marley songs to him so that he knew that i had tried my best to do him right.
as i left the lockers area, i felt so bad that he had to stay there.
tomorrow i suppose i will find out what is going to happen to him, sweet sweet doggie.
with fingers crossed for good luck,
good night.
---
today while at work i found a dog wandering the streets and no one was around that looked like they owned this dog, so i whistled it over and he was this beautiful chocolate brown beige and white tinged dog. mid-sized and no barking-type.
i had no idea what to do, but felt that i couldn't leave him to roam the street all willy nilly, so i took him into my work and had him lie down near to me so i could keep an eye on him. i checked the tags while giving him some water and there was a name and number, so i called it.
no one picked, up and they had an emergency pet number to call, so i called them. they said to bring the dog by at 10th and university after i was done closing at work.
i took the dog there after work, and he was so trusting and sweet and sad. i wanted to find his owner so that he could go somewhere where he could be loved and get food and shelter...
when i got to the pet hospital i filled out some forms and answered some basic information questions, but when it came time to leave him there, they said that there was no room!
where is this sweet sweet doggie going to stay? i toyed around with the notion to take him home, but i found out that you could locker stays at the dog pet emergency center on 2nd at addison. so i drove there next.
the hardest part was putting him into the locker. i filled out the form and wrote notes to the place employees on how i found him, what i did while he was in my care, and how he ended up there. and then when it came time to place him into the locker, he didn't want to go in. i had to sit there and sing bob marley songs to him so that he knew that i had tried my best to do him right.
as i left the lockers area, i felt so bad that he had to stay there.
tomorrow i suppose i will find out what is going to happen to him, sweet sweet doggie.
with fingers crossed for good luck,
good night.
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Thursday, March 18, 2004
" good-bye la-la land "
---
a good time had by all.
so good last night roscoes chicken and waffles #13 the carole c. special oh yeah!
good trip up today, left at 9.30, stopped twice, made it into albany by 3.30
dropped of banjo the dog at ******'s house
went out to dinner at Man Puku with ****
then shopping at ameoba and cody's and moe's
glad to be home
smoosh
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a good time had by all.
so good last night roscoes chicken and waffles #13 the carole c. special oh yeah!
good trip up today, left at 9.30, stopped twice, made it into albany by 3.30
dropped of banjo the dog at ******'s house
went out to dinner at Man Puku with ****
then shopping at ameoba and cody's and moe's
glad to be home
smoosh
---
Monday, March 15, 2004
" almost there "
---
train departing, holding baggage in tightly clamped hand.
my shoulders ache and i am tired by this trip.
the girl on the train wears clothes that i have never seen her wearing before,
and i don't know how to feel.
she's holding a tiny purse with a silver clasp.
the loose strands in her hair sway in the breeze.
i can see that she's gone far and she doesn't look the same.
just in parts; her hands, her exposed feet, her frame.
it's time to leave this train at the station and head in another direction.
the sun is so hot as it bares it's solar teeth into the back of my neck;
it seems as if i have been standing there forever.
tired, spent, alone, and weary.
as i turn to leave the station,
i take the old memories of her and place them
within my bulging luggage.
even with my shoulders tight with a bright pain,
it seems that the trip home will be okay.
the train starts to lull forward and the girls fades away.
i smell faint wisps of her skin on the air, and
i can feel her eyes tuning and looking away.
it is a new day.
---
train departing, holding baggage in tightly clamped hand.
my shoulders ache and i am tired by this trip.
the girl on the train wears clothes that i have never seen her wearing before,
and i don't know how to feel.
she's holding a tiny purse with a silver clasp.
the loose strands in her hair sway in the breeze.
i can see that she's gone far and she doesn't look the same.
just in parts; her hands, her exposed feet, her frame.
it's time to leave this train at the station and head in another direction.
the sun is so hot as it bares it's solar teeth into the back of my neck;
it seems as if i have been standing there forever.
tired, spent, alone, and weary.
as i turn to leave the station,
i take the old memories of her and place them
within my bulging luggage.
even with my shoulders tight with a bright pain,
it seems that the trip home will be okay.
the train starts to lull forward and the girls fades away.
i smell faint wisps of her skin on the air, and
i can feel her eyes tuning and looking away.
it is a new day.
---
Saturday, March 13, 2004
" caught off gaurd "
---
you start to think about the things that really meant something in your life; those moments which define who you are, what you like, what you decide is just, and true, and fair. and you begin every day to better become the person you are.
the constant questioning of the Self, and self worth, and impact in others that you have, and the way people that you care about reflect all of those things back to you start to become so important, that you almost have lost yourself in the journey of it all.
trying to be true to my heart and physical being is always thus the same daily concern then. when am i being true to myself? when am i being all that i want to be, and am i being fair to myself? can i be selfish and introverted at will, or do i filter who i am, in the light of other?
to always be droll and malcontent in my search for a love that will define all of my as of yet non fulfilled hearts yearnings, then become an anchor and a hinderence. how can ittract anyone, especially someone that i might be good with and alongside of, if i cannot get past the biggest of barriers, which is my lack to see with open eyes? and it seems that i have been searching ever long. and when it becomes a daily thought and ritual to deconstruct one's self, that can feel like the anchor will never rise to the surface.
i suppose then, that i am being true, and i am being just me, and this becomes slowly real and honest. if i am hurt it will be seen and heard; if i am happy you will see my smile and laugh, and all of that brightness returns.
and with that last beautiful thought, i am going to stop writing and think not on the laments of ghost-happenings of the past, and start to move beyond my comfort zones; to break through again to the other side, and see who i'll evolve into next.
to discover another love in any other way would be default.
---
you start to think about the things that really meant something in your life; those moments which define who you are, what you like, what you decide is just, and true, and fair. and you begin every day to better become the person you are.
the constant questioning of the Self, and self worth, and impact in others that you have, and the way people that you care about reflect all of those things back to you start to become so important, that you almost have lost yourself in the journey of it all.
trying to be true to my heart and physical being is always thus the same daily concern then. when am i being true to myself? when am i being all that i want to be, and am i being fair to myself? can i be selfish and introverted at will, or do i filter who i am, in the light of other?
to always be droll and malcontent in my search for a love that will define all of my as of yet non fulfilled hearts yearnings, then become an anchor and a hinderence. how can ittract anyone, especially someone that i might be good with and alongside of, if i cannot get past the biggest of barriers, which is my lack to see with open eyes? and it seems that i have been searching ever long. and when it becomes a daily thought and ritual to deconstruct one's self, that can feel like the anchor will never rise to the surface.
i suppose then, that i am being true, and i am being just me, and this becomes slowly real and honest. if i am hurt it will be seen and heard; if i am happy you will see my smile and laugh, and all of that brightness returns.
and with that last beautiful thought, i am going to stop writing and think not on the laments of ghost-happenings of the past, and start to move beyond my comfort zones; to break through again to the other side, and see who i'll evolve into next.
to discover another love in any other way would be default.
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Wednesday, March 10, 2004
" huh? where? how? "
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1) take the 80 to the ____ to the 5
2) 5 to the 134, get off at hollywood way
3) left at hollywood way, right on Magnolia, left at n. cordova that WAMU is on the corner
1) take the 134W towards pasadena
2) exit at figeroa, continue past columbia and york
3) left at ave. 60
4) right at collis, left at pullman, left at dead end
1) take 134E to the 101N
2) merge onto the 405S
3) exit at wilshire, follow until you see a tiny three-story on the left
1) right on magnolia
2) left at hollywood way
3) right on olive
4) follow olive until it becomes barham
5) take barham to a dead end, turn left
6) follow alongside the 101 until coming alongside Highland
7) take highland all the way down past sunset, santa monica, and hollywood blvd
8) make a right on melrose, left two blocks after fairfax, immediate right into alley way, two stores down
8a) make a right on melrose, left on martel, right on rosewood, park
8b) make a right on olympic, follow olympic for 3-4 miles, call for help
are we there yet?
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1) take the 80 to the ____ to the 5
2) 5 to the 134, get off at hollywood way
3) left at hollywood way, right on Magnolia, left at n. cordova that WAMU is on the corner
1) take the 134W towards pasadena
2) exit at figeroa, continue past columbia and york
3) left at ave. 60
4) right at collis, left at pullman, left at dead end
1) take 134E to the 101N
2) merge onto the 405S
3) exit at wilshire, follow until you see a tiny three-story on the left
1) right on magnolia
2) left at hollywood way
3) right on olive
4) follow olive until it becomes barham
5) take barham to a dead end, turn left
6) follow alongside the 101 until coming alongside Highland
7) take highland all the way down past sunset, santa monica, and hollywood blvd
8) make a right on melrose, left two blocks after fairfax, immediate right into alley way, two stores down
8a) make a right on melrose, left on martel, right on rosewood, park
8b) make a right on olympic, follow olympic for 3-4 miles, call for help
are we there yet?
---
" convincing yourself... "
---
it's fine. suprisingly good as well. when you pent up so much anger and time into disliking a place, it can get fairly exhaustive. like trying to find out the name of that band who sang that song? you know it, it's right there, and yet, it gets so frustrating; trying to remember what it all was, as if you never knew them at all.
so i might be wrong about la-la land. it's been good to me this time, and i wanted to out that aspect of this trip to myself. last night i spent some time with patrick and his g/f jen. we played a kick-ass game of super scrabble and just had fun. i went to in-and-out with patrick and we were talking about how it was rad that two friends that know eachother fairly well, can still co-exist in an environment roughly 400 some miles away from their home and initial comfort zone; another shining example of humans innate ability to conform to the rapidly changing environmental elements, whether structural or seasonal.
i am about to go down to the costa mesa/irvine region of california tomorrow and hope to have a good time there as well. the sun is shining above, bright and hot. all of my "tasks" are finished, and it feels as if everything is going to be okay. it's sort of scary.
---
it's fine. suprisingly good as well. when you pent up so much anger and time into disliking a place, it can get fairly exhaustive. like trying to find out the name of that band who sang that song? you know it, it's right there, and yet, it gets so frustrating; trying to remember what it all was, as if you never knew them at all.
so i might be wrong about la-la land. it's been good to me this time, and i wanted to out that aspect of this trip to myself. last night i spent some time with patrick and his g/f jen. we played a kick-ass game of super scrabble and just had fun. i went to in-and-out with patrick and we were talking about how it was rad that two friends that know eachother fairly well, can still co-exist in an environment roughly 400 some miles away from their home and initial comfort zone; another shining example of humans innate ability to conform to the rapidly changing environmental elements, whether structural or seasonal.
i am about to go down to the costa mesa/irvine region of california tomorrow and hope to have a good time there as well. the sun is shining above, bright and hot. all of my "tasks" are finished, and it feels as if everything is going to be okay. it's sort of scary.
---
Saturday, March 06, 2004
" L.A. shows "
---
soooooooooooo, i went to this rad show last night; it was geld at the "Henry Ford Music Box Theatre," in Hollywood. i loved it. in fact i almost couldn't remember what a big booming rockin' ass show felt like. iwhen we got there (i went with a friend of mine's vanessa yanez), there was this rip-roaring band called The Peak Show on stage tearing the shit out of everything. the lead singer, a flapper dressed super diva extending her larynx and diaphram to the limits, and dancing up a storm alongside her fellow musically hard as fudge cohorts. i was peeing, literally peeing my pants...okay not literally, but i almost felt a trickle of happiness somewhere.
they sang a number of tunes all in a joyuously positively radiant manner; heavy on drums, steady rock, deep deep thrusts of bass, and melodically hued vocal tones; the highlight of their slate being an homage to rage against the machine intro to one of their somgs....there's just something about a lady rocker belting out rage, that touches me deep inside where i am soft like a woman.
then Go Betty Go mounted the stage after a while and ruled in the girl band super kick ass high volume and high energy way. if i wasn't a fan before, i was up on their van wagon and riding alongside the demon. the drummer was so phatty; i almost wanted to sit nestled inside her bass drum and cuddle with her snare, it was so fuckin' awsome. tearing the shit out of her kit like newly formed waves upon ancient shores. and the bassist although petite in stature kept it all together with the timely exacting finger plucks that won you over.
the headliner was a smiths cover band that ruled in the most awkward way. like, i knew the words, but everyone was a tad too excited; how do you love a cover band so much? is it that they evoke memories or experiences of the original band so much? is it that they are the closest that you'll ever get to the "real thing?" truly a sight to see,; men and women alike nearly to tears scrambling together closely knit and as tight as cranny, waiting for the blessed moment that flowers would be lovingly tossed into the crowd. i think at those moments, i was so outside of what i consider my "comfort zone" that i had to move a coupla steps back...but it was fun to witness over all.
all of the guys in the crowd were so varied, it's hard to believe that such a motley crue was seen together; rockers with tats, cholo looking dudes, tiny kids with big hair, fat old men with no hair, dorks, hipsters, braided natives-looking pierced and bespectacled tranny, and others as well. all of the ladies either were dressed in everyday garb, or as i called them, clad to the nines in something i like to call, "starlet harlott" costume; sort of a modern pseudo hipster-glam-punky interpretation of a darker fifties suzy baker's daughter on the weekends making out with bobby whittaker in the back of a caddy look. it's pretty hot.
so yay L.A. damn you! i had fun.
what ever will i do?!
---
soooooooooooo, i went to this rad show last night; it was geld at the "Henry Ford Music Box Theatre," in Hollywood. i loved it. in fact i almost couldn't remember what a big booming rockin' ass show felt like. iwhen we got there (i went with a friend of mine's vanessa yanez), there was this rip-roaring band called The Peak Show on stage tearing the shit out of everything. the lead singer, a flapper dressed super diva extending her larynx and diaphram to the limits, and dancing up a storm alongside her fellow musically hard as fudge cohorts. i was peeing, literally peeing my pants...okay not literally, but i almost felt a trickle of happiness somewhere.
they sang a number of tunes all in a joyuously positively radiant manner; heavy on drums, steady rock, deep deep thrusts of bass, and melodically hued vocal tones; the highlight of their slate being an homage to rage against the machine intro to one of their somgs....there's just something about a lady rocker belting out rage, that touches me deep inside where i am soft like a woman.
then Go Betty Go mounted the stage after a while and ruled in the girl band super kick ass high volume and high energy way. if i wasn't a fan before, i was up on their van wagon and riding alongside the demon. the drummer was so phatty; i almost wanted to sit nestled inside her bass drum and cuddle with her snare, it was so fuckin' awsome. tearing the shit out of her kit like newly formed waves upon ancient shores. and the bassist although petite in stature kept it all together with the timely exacting finger plucks that won you over.
the headliner was a smiths cover band that ruled in the most awkward way. like, i knew the words, but everyone was a tad too excited; how do you love a cover band so much? is it that they evoke memories or experiences of the original band so much? is it that they are the closest that you'll ever get to the "real thing?" truly a sight to see,; men and women alike nearly to tears scrambling together closely knit and as tight as cranny, waiting for the blessed moment that flowers would be lovingly tossed into the crowd. i think at those moments, i was so outside of what i consider my "comfort zone" that i had to move a coupla steps back...but it was fun to witness over all.
all of the guys in the crowd were so varied, it's hard to believe that such a motley crue was seen together; rockers with tats, cholo looking dudes, tiny kids with big hair, fat old men with no hair, dorks, hipsters, braided natives-looking pierced and bespectacled tranny, and others as well. all of the ladies either were dressed in everyday garb, or as i called them, clad to the nines in something i like to call, "starlet harlott" costume; sort of a modern pseudo hipster-glam-punky interpretation of a darker fifties suzy baker's daughter on the weekends making out with bobby whittaker in the back of a caddy look. it's pretty hot.
so yay L.A. damn you! i had fun.
what ever will i do?!
---
" photographic mishaps..."
---
weederman23: here i am
loki331: dude!
loki331: i'm watching ali g
weederman23: finally right?
weederman23: hells yeah
loki331: yeah, where are you?
weederman23: loooord mercy
weederman23: at my uncles' abode
weederman23: i got the photos from iceland back
weederman23: and man
weederman23: i fucked up bigtime
loki331: whaaaat!?
weederman23: remember around akeureyri
weederman23: i was tripping about the exposure index compensation thingie?
loki331: before or after?
loki331: dude, ali g is sooo fucking retarded
weederman23: i mean that potion in lieu of already pushing the film 2 stops
weederman23: so tard
weederman23: during shooting
weederman23: and i would already have the 100 speed @ 400, then on top of that add compensation
weederman23: yeah, well, now i know not to ever do that ever
weederman23: ever
weederman23: i got maybe 10 percent of photos to come out properly exposed
weederman23: the bulk of the rest lie somewhere inbetween "almost good" purgatory, and underexposed hell
weederman23: so a boo on me thus
loki331: well, that's not all of them tho, right?
weederman23: yeah
loki331: sorry, i was trying to think in my head what you meant
loki331: lol
weederman23: but most of the cool ones i thought i made, turned out to be so internally disappointing
loki331: aww, dude, i'm sorry to hear that
weederman23: and photographically laughable, considering my experience
weederman23: some really cool shots turned out so dark
loki331: how many stops did you push in developing?
weederman23: and almost okay, but not really
weederman23: 2.5
weederman23: just to get the most out of both over and under compensation from the initial push
weederman23: i'll scan the cool ones
loki331: yeah, dude, of course
loki331: i'm sure there's some salvageable stuff
loki331: especially with the computer
weederman23: suprisingly however, the nightscapes, almost all of them in fact, turned out superb and right on the mark
weederman23: i just feel bad, because if i go over to show your parents, i'll feel less-than
weederman23: like they'll say, "hey bay...so this is what you think of iceland"
weederman23: :-(
loki331: bah, whatever, i know there's plenty of good stuff
loki331: you can't always get everything you want out of it
loki331: i suppose you really hate me and my digital right now, eh?
loki331: :-weederman23: not really
weederman23: because even though my stuff flubbed photgraphically, it's a good reference digitally
weederman23: damn upsides!
loki331: no, no, yay upsides!
- you are right petur, you damn lucky right guy.
---
weederman23: here i am
loki331: dude!
loki331: i'm watching ali g
weederman23: finally right?
weederman23: hells yeah
loki331: yeah, where are you?
weederman23: loooord mercy
weederman23: at my uncles' abode
weederman23: i got the photos from iceland back
weederman23: and man
weederman23: i fucked up bigtime
loki331: whaaaat!?
weederman23: remember around akeureyri
weederman23: i was tripping about the exposure index compensation thingie?
loki331: before or after?
loki331: dude, ali g is sooo fucking retarded
weederman23: i mean that potion in lieu of already pushing the film 2 stops
weederman23: so tard
weederman23: during shooting
weederman23: and i would already have the 100 speed @ 400, then on top of that add compensation
weederman23: yeah, well, now i know not to ever do that ever
weederman23: ever
weederman23: i got maybe 10 percent of photos to come out properly exposed
weederman23: the bulk of the rest lie somewhere inbetween "almost good" purgatory, and underexposed hell
weederman23: so a boo on me thus
loki331: well, that's not all of them tho, right?
weederman23: yeah
loki331: sorry, i was trying to think in my head what you meant
loki331: lol
weederman23: but most of the cool ones i thought i made, turned out to be so internally disappointing
loki331: aww, dude, i'm sorry to hear that
weederman23: and photographically laughable, considering my experience
weederman23: some really cool shots turned out so dark
loki331: how many stops did you push in developing?
weederman23: and almost okay, but not really
weederman23: 2.5
weederman23: just to get the most out of both over and under compensation from the initial push
weederman23: i'll scan the cool ones
loki331: yeah, dude, of course
loki331: i'm sure there's some salvageable stuff
loki331: especially with the computer
weederman23: suprisingly however, the nightscapes, almost all of them in fact, turned out superb and right on the mark
weederman23: i just feel bad, because if i go over to show your parents, i'll feel less-than
weederman23: like they'll say, "hey bay...so this is what you think of iceland"
weederman23: :-(
loki331: bah, whatever, i know there's plenty of good stuff
loki331: you can't always get everything you want out of it
loki331: i suppose you really hate me and my digital right now, eh?
loki331: :-weederman23: not really
weederman23: because even though my stuff flubbed photgraphically, it's a good reference digitally
weederman23: damn upsides!
loki331: no, no, yay upsides!
- you are right petur, you damn lucky right guy.
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Friday, March 05, 2004
" the news from the east cometh "
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weederman23: and just as soon as she clicked online, there he was
weederman23: like a dark night looming
Daffie26: like magic
weederman23: or a whisper in ears unprepared
Daffie26: goodness
weederman23: goodness?
weederman23: did i upset you?
Daffie26: certainly not
weederman23: phew
weederman23: (wipes cybernetic brow thusly)
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weederman23: and just as soon as she clicked online, there he was
weederman23: like a dark night looming
Daffie26: like magic
weederman23: or a whisper in ears unprepared
Daffie26: goodness
weederman23: goodness?
weederman23: did i upset you?
Daffie26: certainly not
weederman23: phew
weederman23: (wipes cybernetic brow thusly)
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" p.s. to wednesday"
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thanks for hanging out with me today nicole. you are rad. falafel, MOCA, punch drunk love, melrose shoppin', and jewish bakery adventures ensue. go banana!
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thanks for hanging out with me today nicole. you are rad. falafel, MOCA, punch drunk love, melrose shoppin', and jewish bakery adventures ensue. go banana!
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" snikkt! "
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L.a, L.A. it's a hell of a town.
so, so far i have gotten my thesi film back from fotokem, went to a community protest with my good friend alana, her sister vanessa, and her mom elva, set up a telecine at magic film and video works, met up with my friend of recent old nicole, and contacted everyone else that i plan to see this week.
all in all thus far, i feel really good about the trip. oddly aldult. i want to create something now. a job, a piece, a photographic something; as in the film almost famous, it feels as if " it's all happening." the smog is not as thick, the purple sunsets not as menacingly there, and everyone seems less irate and more at ease.
i hate to say it, but i could see myself growing to like the darn place. jeez, there must be something in the water. in spite of the intense plasticine gloss over the shite of the area, it's slowly growing on me in a wierd way. until i find something really wrong with LA, i'm doing good. keep that head up yo, the silver lining is gleaming across the skies above.
booyah
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L.a, L.A. it's a hell of a town.
so, so far i have gotten my thesi film back from fotokem, went to a community protest with my good friend alana, her sister vanessa, and her mom elva, set up a telecine at magic film and video works, met up with my friend of recent old nicole, and contacted everyone else that i plan to see this week.
all in all thus far, i feel really good about the trip. oddly aldult. i want to create something now. a job, a piece, a photographic something; as in the film almost famous, it feels as if " it's all happening." the smog is not as thick, the purple sunsets not as menacingly there, and everyone seems less irate and more at ease.
i hate to say it, but i could see myself growing to like the darn place. jeez, there must be something in the water. in spite of the intense plasticine gloss over the shite of the area, it's slowly growing on me in a wierd way. until i find something really wrong with LA, i'm doing good. keep that head up yo, the silver lining is gleaming across the skies above.
booyah
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