Thursday, March 27, 2003
So Sylvia Plath's father self-diagnosed him..self.. with cancer when he actually had diabetes, which he thusly died of. Fuck, man, if I were Sylvia Plath I'd be pissed off at my dad too.
My back hurts like no other. This week is competing with last for worst week of death.
I need to stop complaining.
posted by Alison 12:01 AM
Wednesday, March 26, 2003
definetley one of my shining moments of last year.
posted by Alison 12:05 AM
Tuesday, March 25, 2003
(I touch your book and dream of our odyssey in the supermarket and
feel absurd.)
................................................ -ginsberg
posted by Alison 7:53 PM
I don't think I've ever heard anyone so blatantly hit on Joanne Wilder, on air, as just now.
I <3 q107.
posted by Alison 10:37 AM
courtney's first blink.
ah, that will never get old.
posted by Alison 1:23 AM
Monday, March 24, 2003
Inspired by Steve, I am also listening to "One Headlight" by the Wallflowers. It's one of those forgotten songs that I hated at first but came to love (like "Teenage Dirtbag", which I listened to earlier. God, who am I? Who listens to this stuff?). One Headlight reminds me of this giant empty pool in Pennsylvania at the 'resort' where Meredith taught me to play basketball in grade seven. That whole vacation was such a joke.
posted by Alison 1:27 AM
