the BRUTAL, UGLY truth of my FABULOUS, BEAUTIFUL life.



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1:18 p.m. + 2004-02-04 = i gotsta cookies (and the brilliant knitwear.)

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two emails non-penis enlargement/mortgage-cash out option/horny housewives with lesbic tendencies-related. two emails, one each from two of my very best friends. both wondering "where" i've been, how i've been, what's going on with me and my life in st. peter--the child accidently left at the supermarket by digitalised soccermum with a cellphone in every pocket, a digital planner with various shopping/errand lists, a lazerpointer for efficient blueprints and figures presentations at work, and an oversized purse with wallet-sized family portraits and tictacs for the kids to tide them over until we get home and can tear into the recently purchased oreos... *GASP* she's forgotten something... the oreos? the receipt? the coupons? *DOUBLE GASP* MATTSON. PARKING LOT. screeching wheels and uturn.

but anyway, i forget that my very best friends haven't internet and are doing the living-simply thing for a year... though even if they weren't i can't imagine them having internet connections. point is, they don't read this. they've not a clue as to matters trivial and important in my daily regiments. my god... how did i get so technologised? [i'm doing my best not to evoke allusions to harraway's cyborg here.] without the luxury of living within blocks of each other and having the occasional run-in at library, student union, local bar or local phonecall or intentional let's drink cheap wine and make a meal-come-dance party extraveganza night, proof of my being is largely defined and controlled by the worldwideweb.

now, this may be grounds for a freaking of out... but [in true mattson form--cos we are living in a trivial world, and i am a trivial gi... well... boy, really] i'm absolutely delighted at sight of this morning's mishap of accidentally cladding myself in the knitsweater (with skiers on it!)that brian gave me, inside out-ally. and this sweater kicks oh so much ass in inside-out AND rightside-out form. it's absolutely brilliant. almost enough to make me buy membership to diaryland and post pictures! but not quite. cos that time is better reserved for cutting and pasting this entry into emails for ambryn and bethany in chicago and tacoma, respectively. for whilst mattson may have been left in the parking lot, he was always holding the bag of oreos and the receipt.

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