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Wednesday, December 19, 2001
also, flying into o'hare b/c I'm flyin' from canadia
posted by Record Album
@ 22:58
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Le get-off-my-wavelength-vicki-conrad coincidence
end of october: vic writes "are you in love yet?" on my calendar on the 16th of november
16th of november: day I first get together with boy that I am seeing
posted by Record Album
@ 22:58
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Hello from Minnesota. It's interesting up here. I wrote a song because I have a hangover and that's alll there really is to do.
Maltomeal
We thought it was a good idea at the time
But we didn't know if it would turn out this way in the end
It's a lot more sore than we had expected
like a spider on the free-way
like a failing christmas tree-farm
like a night of small disasters (petite mal, petite mal)
we will make our slaves of masters
we will dip our hands in plaster...
to make the make-shift mold
then fill it up with gold
and then we'll have the same old hands that tie ourselves with rubber bands
but gold and new, and not the same with all the callouses and pain they never
knew before they felt the freezing, biting cold.
Steph, which airport are you coming into? If it's midway, it would be my pleasure (mix business with leather) to be cabbie for an hour. If not, then A is not equal to B.
So long from Minnesota,
Uncle Maxx <-( those are sideways T's )
posted by heinous
@ 17:13
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I thnk you found yourself a ride from the airport, ms. P. Send me your info if you want to be sure. We're leaving on Sunday for a week so I mighrt not see you otherwise.
posted by egeus
@ 13:05
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Also, I will be arriving in chicago at 4:12 in the afternoon on saturday, does anyone want to pick my sorry ass up so I won't have to deal with home for a few hours. One free cup of coffee to the lucky winner. mmm....recessed filter....
posted by Record Album
@ 01:25
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Fuck!!!!!! Everyone is fucking done with fucking school, except for fucking me! All I want is to be a good student for once in my fucking life! Can I not just get some good fucking grades?! Why do I have to be such a fuckety fucking jack-off! Speaking of which, is what I'd rather be doing right now! I would in fact be rather doing most anything! God fucking damn! Dammit Janet! You chumps are all done with your fucking exams, except for me, sitting in purgatory here! Wait, what chump is calling the normal populace chumps?! It's me! It's because I'm the fucking chump! Camera obscura! Karl Marx, baby I love you, but you have to stop sabotaging every subject I'm studying! AND the creep is gone on vacation (again, I know I'm the one that's the creep, but "whatev") AND fucking ella is leaving tomorrow and I will only see her if she visits a few times next semester, but she's gonna be in boston. And she's one of my absolute best friends here. What the fuck?! And the last time I get to spend with her is involving me freaking the fuck out over exams, while she's gonna be coming back from wally's all happy. Shit I'm jealous of all you people. But anyways, she probably isn't going to Israel. And my goddamn roommate upstairs keeps that annoying fucking bling sound on when she is IMing. I fucking hate it! They don't know shit! They're so young! Yes I WILL pull my one year rank on them, because they are young in the head. Youngheads! Dummyheads! Fuckheads! Last one in reference to me. Carla pulled out of all of her exams one more time. GODDAMN!
posted by Record Album
@ 01:24
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Tuesday, December 18, 2001
John---I thought that you were going to Colorado or some shit like that for Christmas break. Are you home for long? Yes, my mother really does want to know. She feels that she has a bond with your mom over being a female in the same profession, which was extremely old boys clubbie when she first started, so she is being supportive of her.
Vicki---when I am home, mental note to talk to you about the "you complete me" thing, because I was all "no one will ever complete you!" to this girl and she was all "yeah, in a sense they will" and I was all "uh...well my gut instinct says no, but let's talk about this when I have properly articulated (read: spoken to someone who knows what they're talking about on this topic) it in my head"
Matt---will try to tape CKUT, but I don't know if I can catch the same program again.
Can't fucking wait until Friday fucking night! Exams will be over and the whole goddamn house will be left to me!! Dear sleepover friend, can you come over? Grrrreat....Yow!!!
posted by Record Album
@ 19:32
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Lights are on but nobuddies home.
Um, Vicki, can I ask you a philosophical question?
Is Karen still alive? When are you coming home?
Steph, I talked to your mom, she always asks about my mom. Does she really want to know?
Mike, I know our wavelengths are commensurable; well, I hope they are. No, I know it.
In addition to being fun and entertaining, reading old posts can also be informative and useful. By using this age-old wasteime, I have discovered that Karen and I are both home. Therefore etc.
posted by egeus
@ 16:41
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sometimes even really smart men are galactically stupid. how are you supposed to give me a last night of roaring passion if you're too cracked out to stand up? fools.
(and those is only sorta jokes. this happens all the time. men should have no tired reflex. insatiable! INSATIABLE!)
posted by vic
@ 11:28
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Monday, December 17, 2001
I'm kelly, i'm a big dumb idiot.- vicki conrad - clerks television show
anyway, i finished my women studies paper at two and now i have the entire rest of the night to read hegel and study for my 7 o clock test. oh wait, what's that? i had to write two women studies papers. oh gee whiz. RE: aimme mann--i second that emotion. dear teacher, can i major in fucking up, or do i just have to stick to being a major fuck up? i hate this sweater. i do want to destroy my sweater whoa whoa whoa. time to ignore my paper and study with a bunch of nogoodnicks. hahaha i've been typing so many papers i expected the spell check to catch "nogoodnicks" and when it didn't, i was shocked and then pleased that i spelled it right. Terrible lie! : i told my women studies class that i helped out at a soup kitchen and tried to start a battered woman's shelter there (this was for an activism assignment) and now poeple in my class keep coming up to me and asking if i'm going back and if they can help. i didn't read any of my hegel book. Le-go my hegel! buy me a soda buy me a soda buy me a sodaandyoutriedtomolestmeinaprkinglot! YIPYIPYIPYIP!
posted by Kelljoy
@ 17:21
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oh god, it's down to the last wire. one more test in three hours on a book that i didnt read. whatever. cant care anymore. if i was kelly id say i kant care, but it's not as funny bc her test is on hegel anyway. exactly 48 hours till peter leaves. fuckin a, it's down to hours. fuckin' a fuckin' a. people are kissing in the hall and it's disgusting. i wanna cigarette. i want to shower, somebody else to take this test for me and just get the fuck outta here so i can stop feeling all this. take my feelings - please!
everything has turned off. i cant remember how to study and worry. im not even anxious. i just feel really stuck. fuck.
you know it's trouble when aimee mann comes back into the life soundtrack.
posted by vic
@ 16:10
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Dear neighbor I spy on,
Where are you? Were you upset that I wasn't around to look at you? I know you were gone for a while, but I thought you had come back forever. You gotta call me man, I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever lose. Sincerely yours, Stan -- P.S. We should be together too. oh wait! I MEANT Sincerely yours, STEPH
posted by Record Album
@ 02:26
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Oh fucking fuck! Life is beautiful and it ain't. Found out someone's quasi-dirty past today, but it's not really that dirty at all, just frustrated. Yeah, and on and on and on. Erykah Badu. No apologies, ever. Did a bunch of studying and gotta do some more, a whole fucking lot more, but that's alright. Ooo, think I'm gonna take a break from studying tomorrow or the day after and see le boy. Look how french I've gotten! Ha! I think I'll be back in montreal for new years. Can't take another bad new years. Last year= puking champagne and too much Whitney Young on the brain. Didn't wanna socialize, Ted's basement was my demise....how I love you sweet french fries.
posted by Record Album
@ 02:12
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Sunday, December 16, 2001
Park Ridge how yearn for your neckline. rrrrrrrowl
posted by Kelljoy
@ 23:34
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I think my mom is crazy. I think she thinks I'm crazy, thinking that she's crazy, suspecting I'm right but not really knowing for sure. When I hit my head on a cupboard and want to tear it apart I want to say I hope one of us is right, one of us has to be right. If we were both right we'd both be wrong, and both bright.
posted by egeus
@ 16:01
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mike, for a second there i thought you really did put on my light blue halter. then i realized you were just being a dickfor.
posted by vic
@ 15:22
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Chicago how i yearn for your skyline. cleveland might be the most boring city in the midwest
posted by rayve nation
@ 14:34
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today i put on my light blue halter, a pair of white boys cut underwear, sexworker boots, a psychedelic print scarf around my waist, really elaborate drag-queen makeup and my green wig.
posted by rayve nation
@ 14:31
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how you know you're approaching home
the first thing that hits you when you're about eighty miles outside of chicago gunning it home for no apparent reason is that the indiana skyway lifts your tired ass right up off the dirty earth. no more roadkill, no more gentle hum of the engine upon compressed dirt, just that beautiful beautiful soaring feeling. Then you light up a cigarette and you notice that as those eighty miles wither away, the night sky starts to match more and more the orange glow eminating from the cherry of that cigarette you just lit and smoked. You decide that the car smells far too much like smoke and sweat and farts so you hit those power windows and suddenly the car smells a whole hell of a lot worse as you are blasted by the stench of that armpit of the universe-- gary, indiana. And you begin to wonder if it stinks like that at home and then you decide it does and you take a big breath and decide that you love it, that you need it. And as the miles wind down... twenty-eight, twenty-seven, twenty-six to Chicago, the world stops weaving below you and you start to ow where you are, and in a bigger sense, you know where you are. And you're so close to home you can feeeeeeeel it and your heart soars as you floor the gas pedal, because every sign that tells you how far you've come is telling you that you have a half an hour to go, and you're some tiny fraction of a light year away from home but you're traveling at an even tinier fraction of the speed of sound, so the difference drives you mad. You leapfrog with truckers for the last few miles and then float down the offtramp, You're at a red light, on eighty fucking seventh and stony fucking island, and you're home.
pant, pant, pant
ps: steph, can you tape some of this CKUT music off the radio? also, dancing+reading+spying on your neighbors=sounds like a good time.
posted by heinous
@ 03:02
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