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10:25 a.m. + 2003-10-06 = mixed bag.

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nary a day with such mixed results!

on my feet yesterday from 7am till 3pm at work (a bit of a late start due to foolish alarmclock setting). then, on to kitchen d'mattson for hummi-making only to have usually impeccably invincible blender get its ass kicked by overabundance of garbonza beans and tahini. so back to the co-op to use fantastic robot coup (a.k.a. "the ninja") to complete project. only to track down diabolical tyrrant lesbian/treasurer of gayclub to get the charge card for local grocery as i also need to make salsa. shopping for about an hour (terribly dismayed at the state of cerranos and hot yellow peppers, getting over it by purchasing myself a diet coke with quees&allies money.) return home at 8pm only to dice oodles of tomat, onion, and peppar. (accidently rubbed eyes in middle of night and felt that terrible cerrano seed sting... surprised i'm not blind as was too lazy to rinse eyes in middle of the night.)

i should've done homework. i planned on doing homework... but... well... as i was channel-surfing i say the semifinals game for the women's fotball world cup... Sweden v Canada. a nail-biter. sweden came through in the end, meaning sweden v germany for the world cup and U.S. v canada for third place. (ha. i think it'll end up like so: Sweden, Germany, USA, but canada is surprising and has that trashtalking hottie Charmaine Hooper. MY GOD! when did this fotball knowledge come?) anyway, i'm wearing the blåguld in honour of fabulous swedish fotballers.

it's monday, coming out week. day one. the sidewalks are littered with chalkings. some in taste and fun. others downright irritating, i.e. "be nice to me, i'm in the closet" and "i think lesbians are cute." there was a mishap with the BRA 5 tshirts. i'm irate. but then received parcel in the post... League of Gentlemen DVD. hooray.

so to recap...

pros: league of gentlemen. sweden women's fotball team victory. no more hummi worrying. scent of molasses in my honour.

cons: too much reading to do and not enough time to do it. annoying chalkings on the sidewalks with ridiculous statments. tshirt ordering mishap because tyrannical lesbian is off-her-tits and letting too much slack go. having to do things that i tried to wash my hands of, myself. burnt tongue from harried coffee drinking. wearing gap jeans (haven't done laundry) which don't fit right and never have.

i'm breathing, for now. although breathing means inhaling tremendous amounts of cigarette smoke inbetween fits of coffee-splendor (if only i had coffee-into-oxygen gills) to ward off evil spirits and evoke a little calm before the inevitable storm. if coming out week kills me, i better be martyred and canonised.

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