2.36pm
Tuesday
21 September 2004

I don't wanna be tied down / White material will stain / My pocket knife's gotta shiny blade
I'm not trying to cause a fuss / I just wanna make my own fuck-ups
I'm not trying to break your heart / I'm just trying not to fall apart
--PJ Harvey, Pocket Knife

Went with a rather hungover crew of rapscallions to Mary Mac's on Sunday, and you will never guess who was the guest of honor in the banquet room right next to us.

This kid would be very jealous, apparently.

He was just chillin', sitting there and being relatively sedate, with glasses and a purple tee-shirt. Some crazy lady (his mom? his agent? his biggest Atlanta-based fan?) ran around the whole time with red vinyl space shoes, giant sunglasses, and one side of her bleached and permed hair cut off.

I'm pretty sure I couldn't make such a thing up if I tried.

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My new sofa arrives tomorrow! It will require much laying upon. Let me know if you are experienced in these matters.

The primary remains after that of making our house totally lived-in are: hanging ALL of our pictures, getting fucking COMEDY CENTRAL which I have not had in SO SO SO LONG (satellite dish estimate is Saturday), finding places for the detritus that has accumulated in our library, maybe figuring out some more lighting for the living room, maybe figuring out something to do with the windows. Yay curtains! Yay pretty pretty house!

The house really is close to ideal, in bigity, in prettiness, in its lovely neighborhood, in beautiful sunlight streaming in through lots of big green trees. It is helpful that the weather has also been completely impeccable since Ivan came and wiped all the clouds and pollution away.

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I may have to stop this posting every day thing if I continue to stay this boring. Sorry.

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