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2003-06-18 - 11:04 a.m. it's summer, dudes, despite the 55 degree weather. last night before falling asleep, i was like, "dude! why is it still light out at ten?!" when i woke up at 7 this morning, I realized I'd just set my alarm clock ahead an hour, accidentally, somehow. I used to think that people who can't set alarm clocks past the age of like, twelve are total idiots; I've mis-set alarm clocks about three times in the past few months. And I've been using semi-proper capitalization!!!! What is wrong with me?!?! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK. Two of my high school acquaintances got married at the tender age of 18. I freaked out, came all the way home to go to their wedding reception, only to find that a) they're still awesome; in fact, more so than in high school and b) they're going to go travelling in a van together. fucking PHEW. that was a CLOSE one. Bouncy, bouncy, all caffiened up and jittery. Very little separates me from being one of those old ladies that claw at their faces and shriek in bus stations, in fact, sometimes i have been exactly that (besides the age thing). I'm at work now. I've decided I'm on half-strike: I will still show up and collect a pay check and do a marginal amount of work. But come ON--eight bucks an hour is NOT a living wage for NYC. I know my employers know this, so how can they possibly expect me to do a full day's worth of work? Also, if I do all of my internet living while at work, it frees up all my non-work time for real living. Aw, yeah. I am still a little teeny bit nervous that I will be caught and yelled at and fired, thrust into this doomed economy with utterly no money. My life has been pleasantly weird again. Or it was, this weekend. According to my horoscope, I'm supposed to go back into my cocoon and not emerge until december. oh, great. Last July I moved back to LI because my life had gotten to be too much and I needed a break. I have done a little bit of living (maybe a lot, but the quiet kind) since then but now, nearly a year later, I think I'm ready to go back to the world. I just stood next to my least-favorite co-worker at the vending machine. She smelled like really awful cough syrup, or perhaps rancid rubber cement. She wears lots of makeup and is a "hip" late-20's yuppie living on the lower east side. She is pure evil. PURE. There is more to write but oh, who cares. You bitches need to buy ammi's zine, emergency. it's seriously one of the best zines i've ever read. it makes the top of my head tingle, it makes me want to trust people and live freely, hitchike with strangers, base my life on fate and relevation again. kastoory, you need to finish reading it and give it back so i can lend it to other people! before i beat you up. with my sister's copy of gossip girl by the by, i was hanging out at penn station waiting for someone at midnight on saturday. i was eavesdropping on a gaggle of drunk-ass long island girls wearing tube tops. one of them said, "those police officers were REALLY NICE, weren't they?" another slurred, "let's take a picture with them!" my favorite was when the loud, obnoxious one started pointing at one. "everyone, emma is THE WOMAN! she got FINGERED tonight!!" emma said, "well, we were dancing together for like, three hours, so i'm like, what the hell, ya know? but i couldn't really see if he was hot or not. it was too dark."
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