Odd. Just got an email from one my two exes from my Boston years. I had to update for the last 20 years. Still, it was good to hear from her, and her life turned out okay. (Which was a concern, since she was prone to depression.) She's married now, and just finished her MS in Library science and was working at one of the Harvard grad school libraries.
Also, just got back from Amoeba and they had a shrine up for my official Cute Record Store Girl Crush. She was sort of goth and mod at the same time, which is practically an oxymoron. I'm not certain, but the implication seemed to be a suicide. That sucks.
Oh, damn, dear. I'm so sorry for the Amoeba girl.
Poor CRSGC, Hec.
P-C}}}}}}}}} (You can only hug him on the one side, you see.)
Psst.... Teppy's a figment of Jilli's imagination. Pass it on.
Yay on the apartment, vw!
And for mememe, for this month at the gym I've lost the most inches (5)!!! All your svelte will one day, eventually, sometime before the apocalypse, belong to me.
Hec, I think I saw something up about that girl in a coffee shop on Geary as I went to rehearsal last night. V. sad.
P-C}}}}}}}}} (You can only hug him on the one side, you see.)
Heh. Thanks.
So, should I make an appointment with an orthopedic surgeon? I already know the basic physical therapy exercises from last time.
I think I would rather be a figment of Jilli's imagination.
Much more interesting than this.
Sorry about Amoeba Records Crush Girl. See, that is the kind of thought I don't have when I am depressed...how many ponds my absence might cause a ripple in. Of course, sometimes I'm petrified that that wouldn't be so at all, but...
Hec, I'm so sorry about your crush girl.
You're lovely, Cindy.
I don't like it when my invisible friends get bad injuries, P-C. At least you didn't break your face. That's so last year.
Sorry about Amoeba Records Crush Girl. See, that is the kind of thought I don't have when I am depressed...how many ponds my absence might cause a ripple in. Of course, sometimes I'm petrified that that wouldn't be so at all, but...
There would be ripples, but they'd be the pissed off kind. Seriously, I would be so bullshit at you, I'd dig you up, have your corpse bronzed, and send it to [a neocon so bad I can't even think of one bad enough but there you go] as a life size trophy in honor of his deep concern for and commitment to women's issues. And every year, I'd send a new neocon a trophy from the erika j. foundation, thanking them for all their hard work.
At least you didn't break your face. That's so last year.
Hey! 2004, I'll have you know!
Can I have some labor~ma for my cousin? She has been in labor since 1 am and she is still only 3 cm dialted.
Hey! 2004, I'll have you know!
See, even more passe than I thought.
Oh, your poor cousin, sj. I hope things wind up soon for her and the baby.
