they pulled my hair at charm school.
they
stole my guestbook during
rolecall.
fragments, such sense or nonsense + January 5. 2003 = 6:47 p.m.
+ Fractions of an Essay. Begin in the kitchen. Someone has brought home a bag of pears. Tangle of green skin resting at angles on the off-white counter. There was a struggle to dig cars out of the drive last night. Spent afternoon reading at the Sunday paper, magazine articles, notebook pages. Also, taken in by the strength of photo in latest issue of New Yorker. Picture: Susan Farrell in the 60's dancing with her instructor (who is madly in love with her & writing ballets for her to feature in.) Her hair is long and down and she appears to be concentrating on her knee caps. _____ At dusk & think of long lines of electrical wires carrying signals. Clean laundry and so happy to climb into jeans after spending morning hrs in little skirt & tights. All the t r i v i a l details. The labels Frank (Leonardo in Catch Me If You Can) kept salvaging from bottles. Last night, continuing on in New Yrs spirit, I order a champagne cocktail concoction at local restaurant. Beau sticks with water. Proceed to ramble on at great length in re: to private colleges & rising tuition costs & society's standards & the increasing injustice of it all for so many people. Notice I am holding forth at table , make comment , but boyfriend encourages me to continue. It all seemed to be so very important. Words I find appealing, Sunday at 7:02 p.m. : milk fed, trousers, propinquity, Paul Thomas Anderson, stand (as in : stand of trees) electroclash. Want: new notebook for pasting of pictures & for note taking. play: Air (watched The Virgin Suicides today)
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