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2002-09-12 - 4:50 p.m. *sigh*, having just gotten over the 9/11 hangover, i've decided to jump right back into my self centered little life. but first, let me explain my "9/11 hangover" comment, lest i be accused of being an inhuman cock. i was off yesterday, just like on 9/11 2001, and i was crying by 9a.m., again, just like in 2001. this time it was almost worse. with the double whammy of the original images, and the painful in every way profiles of survivors/loved ones left behind, i was pretty much in tears all day. but, just like a year ago, i was glued to my television. the pain was so unbelievably real, and so fucking sad that i could hardly wrap my brain around it. just think, i thought, for every tragic story you hear from someone who lost someone, there are thousands of others that are just as painful, and sad that you won't hear. it was an awesome realization. so, now that i've said all that, i awkwardly move on with the really not so big shoo. the strokes are playing two nights in l.a., and i got tickets to both shows. how excited am i? pretty darn excited. i'll have seen them 3 times in a year. and, it works out so that i will see them the day after the rolling stones show on halloween. it's the stones on the 31st, then the strokes on the 1st, and 2nd. three fun filled days of live music. yeehaw!! i live for shit like that. matt has been sick, and that sucks. he's a good sick person though. he's not whiny, or demanding. like me. i'm not demanding. i just want to be left alone. but, he's like, "i'm just gonna make myself some soup, and take it easy." i was like, "no way, screwball, you lay down, and I'LL fix your soup." so, i made him stay home, and i've been babying him. he's asleep, and i think i've mentioned this, but he looks so sweet when he's asleep. i hope my sweet boy feels better soon. oh, time for politically incorrect dreams: i'm shopping at home depot. a big warehouse type place. and this man, and woman in flowing robes, and turbans are wandering around the store acting suspiciously. people start following them around watching their every move. the couple get to the back of the store, and take off running. they run into the back where it's like employees only, and come out at the other side of the store. they're gone, but the man left his turban behind. there are a bunch of stolen credit cards inside of it. then, i woke up. i guess that's it. laters |
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