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2003.07.02 8:52 p.m.

today to make myself feel better i spent some money. this did not make my cat return. we made a poster. but it doesn't matter because he's dead. hope is for the weak.

i did however buy my dvd player a matching vcr, they're buddies and have virtually identical remotes. but they don't work interchangably. my vcr cost one hundred dollars. it's silver. i buy things for their asthetic apeal.

then i bought 70 dollars worth of cds. the mamas and the papas. radiohead - hail to the theif. beck - seachange. coldplay - a rush of blood to the head. whitestripes - elephant. well worthwhile. this was all sparked by hearing (and dancing to) seven nation army on the radio at work.

i like spending money.

i spent some some time in my room today. putting up pictures and paintings. cleaning ever so slightly and reorganizing a little. i'm pleased with the results so far, but i sure wish it would all clean itself up. it's getting ridiculous. and fire-trap-ish. and dirty. i don't mind messes really, but dirt i have a problem with after awhile. a long while aparantly.

i feel like going to see jeffmorton play at the publican tonight, however once again it becomes clear how i have no of-age friends. and how i don't like to do things by myself. sigh. but i also feel like watching a movie, and i have several, so it will work itself out.

i miss my baby so much. fuck. it's just frustrating. and irritating. and such a familiar feeling. we used to lose cats all the time, that's why these ones are supposed to be indoor cats. uhhhhhhhhhhh. find him for me..

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all the diarylands. - 2008.02.21
I move my head. - 2008.01.27
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was Medium? - 2008-01-17
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