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:: Thursday, September 19, 2002 ::
see the chaos:: Monday, September 16, 2002 ::
sorry about earlier. as you see it has been fixed.
:: judy nguyen 12:12 PM [+] ::
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I miss david.
pictures from this weekend's misadventures in vermont's fair ol' kettle pond coming soon.
:: judy nguyen 2:48 PM [+] ::
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I feel like I'm running out of brain cells today.:: Sunday, September 15, 2002 ::
I think I should start telling people that my tattoo is an external expression of an internal issue. it's hollowing to talk of movies and rock bands. even if people think I'm really cool for all the references to imaginary bunny rabbits.
:: judy nguyen 2:43 PM [+] ::
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shortly before we left this morning, I wondered how a leaf could've fallen into my glasses. it turned out to be a bee. I can't say that I didn't even blink, but I probably didn't blink any more than usual. more than I can say for the puss. eh boy?:: Wednesday, September 11, 2002 ::
while looking for a copy of art's maus,* I found I went to college and it was okay authored by a man merely known as jim. from the first strip, I noticed an apathetic sympathy that right away reminded me of david. I thought about him a fair bit this weekend. some sort of quest for an ideal I guess.
he worked at mcdonald's too. but he was a little more embarassed.
*which I rather be reading than a densely written history of soviet politics
:: judy nguyen 7:49 PM [+] ::
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I was looking for a way to say things:
there are the posters on his wall. the albums on his shelves. the recollections of stories he has told. the first three quotes on his log. this thing around my neck. the everything scattered everywhere. that give me the distinct feeling of belonging here.
when I started writing this, I think I was worse off, and now that I'm beginning turn, I continue to wonder if it's justified, if any of it's justified, if it being justified should even matter. and why shouldn't it matter?
:: judy nguyen 5:12 PM [+] ::
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saw adam in the street today. like seeing emily at the end of last year.* got me thinking about accusation and the tactics we employ to avoid being subject. I only noticed when he was just passing me. he likely recognized me from far off. I couldn't tell what was on his mind. is the fucker married yet or has the engagement been broken off? I'm sure it probably doesn't matter.:: Tuesday, September 10, 2002 ::
john: I'm sorry about earlier.
*astonishing the way people move
:: judy nguyen 1:49 PM [+] ::
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I found some peaches that my mom had given me* about a week and a half ago now. I couldn't find it in myself to humor them for too long.:: Monday, September 02, 2002 ::
the developing tank I bought yesterday at ferranti-dege confuses me.
though I sleep like a maniac, I think john's staying up too late.
he didn't seem too well last night.
*and I, of course, had forgotten
:: judy nguyen 2:30 PM [+] ::
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trivial pursuit:
with lingonberry and black currant flavored sodas and having avoided inclusion in wars since 1814, one might think the swedes have got it made.*
however john still didn't let me have the phil hartman question. well, I did win once.
*in a certain light
p.s. I am back. NOW get me a drink
:: judy nguyen 7:59 AM [+] ::
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