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Archive for June, 2003

He hates to be woken up

Tuesday, June 17th, 2003

So I very quietly tried to turn on the fan
Which was impossible because the settings were
High, really high, and super fucking high
I flipped the switch and he groaned
In that middle of the night cranky
“it is hard to sleep with a helicopter flying up your ass”
Then, I could not stop laughing
(I am still laughing)

time is strange and long

Tuesday, June 10th, 2003

Novemeber 27, 1999
The plane he was flying crashed into the Columbia River
It killed him and his three sons
Before
His little triumph motor bike broke down at the bottom of the hill
Right in front of my house. I let him borrow my tools. He vaguely recognized me,
But he was happy for the help. He owned the burrito […]

Today I saw:

Tuesday, June 10th, 2003

The apartment building that a plane crashed into (accidentally)
An old polish man buying cranberry juice with food stamps, 3 dollars and 57 cents.
He paid the 57 cents with the last of the coins in his hand. He had a small boy with him,
About 5 years old. They met up with an old women, I […]

We are a bit estranged.

Monday, June 9th, 2003

The other night while reading in the tub, I caught sight of myself in the mirror and thought with a start “who is that?!” then I looked more closely and realized I really was not quite sure.

worklife

Monday, June 2nd, 2003

I work all the time
I drink a lot of coffee
I don't sleep much
I don't get to see my boyfriend enough
Or kiss him enough
I miss my friends
I miss my garden
Last night I was awake between 3 and 5 thinking
And petting my cats
at 4:24 am
I ate an almond croissant with a load of nutella on it.



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