they pulled my hair at charm school.

they stole my guestbook during rolecall.

i want you to make it easy for me + MAY 25. 2003 = 11th st & 5th ave

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start in the west village. overcast, slightly chilly, but oh, the greenery! i had forgotten about the trees. am in ben's mother's study. typetypetyping away on her apple. there is a box of spinx computer printout paper that must have been set down & then promptly forgotten about in 1982. there are yellow post-it notes & the medicine cabinent is full of 80's era band-aids & crest & scope & polo cologne.

today: we took in matthew barney's the cremaster cycle at the guggenheim. oddly sexy & surreal & some of it: very, very silly.

last night: v.i.p. ticket to lounge area at irving plaza. taken in by sassiness of mates of states lady. we eye lead lady's (who is to be j.'s new flatmate) skirt in rainer maria. leave early & wait in line for three chairs at dimly lit sake bar. am quite fond of j., with her wavy black hair & sexy freckles & kindness.

monday, at st. mark's bookshop, i found the joesph cornell book i had been looking for & issue2 of the believer. bookstores, am in love always with them. they soften all those edges i cultivate when faced with the unknown.

if only ben could shove me in one during our late night miscommunication fiascos.

(why, o why, do i want him always to make it easier for me? practice makes perfect & yes, am getting better at being around his fave friends.)

yrs,

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