the BRUTAL, UGLY truth of my FABULOUS, BEAUTIFUL life.
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2:49 p.m. + 2003-07-25 = the butchers, a baker? and donna-fuckin'-harraway, in no particular order.
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have also felt compelled to "express interest" in the history of consciousness graduate program at UC-Davis (or is it Santa Cruz? whichever.) Angela Davis, yay. theresa de lauretis, mmkay. donna harraway, ahem... excuse me, what i meant to say was, donna-FUCKIN'!-harraway. my god. why? why? OH WHY would i purposely subject myself to her insanity?
in great news, i think i'm a shoe-in as weekend baker and deli cook at the co-op. and if not, then i'll be the fry cook at Ooodles (far less glamourous and not as cozy to my food philosophies as the co-op, but it'd still be fun since no matter how elitist i am, i'm still part-redneck, greasyspoon patron).
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comments?? --->[thisaway]--->[[looks to me as though there are...]]---> 0 repercussions thus far
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