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the ugliest part of your body sound: mr. zappa my belly is hungover from gay bar liquor. watermelon schapps and tom collins, whiskey sour, whiskey rocks, spilled drink and a deep talk with shandy on the el going home. i have gone out every night since i arrived. with andy and melinda and chris and meeting all of these people whose names are not sticking yet. my neighbor across the hall is a bit of a freak. ray. he has big hands and was going up and down the stairs, in and out of his apartment today while i was getting ready to leave. i took the bus and train and wandered around looking for something. i don't know what, but they didn't have it at marshalls or linens and things. my apartment is nearly settled, stuff is organized and things are, of course, missing. shelving, and my copy of 'you shall know our velocity', i have no idea where it is and i am PISSED about that one. someone has it, stupid lending to people. i listen to npr because i do not have a tv. this is good and bad, because i want to watch tv but probably should go out and wander around my new neighborhood instead. but it's cold. these are some things in my neighborhood: payless shoe source, dollar store(s), taqueria(s), movie theater, supermarket, clothing store(s), discount megamall, gap outlet store, mcdonalds, jewelry store(s), el stop (1/2 block away), snow. lots of snow. i am ok with this, because we spend all of our time talking about how much fun we will have with our bikes and shows and the lake when summer comes. fourth of july. april. just have to get through february and march, right? that's nothing, in the grand scheme of things. i think i am going to go up to madison to see jeff, learn about wisconsin and it's wonders. oh, and i have to find a job. refresh the resume. read classifieds. pray. |
