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2002-02-27 - 10:48 a.m.
Yesterday I drove about a half
hour north of town to visit my family. It's been a while since
I've actually driven anywhere (and yes, I still haven't renewed
my license - shut urrrrrp); my car normally sits sad and dormant
on the street, collecting dings and birdshit. I own a '97 Corolla,
the Plain Yoghurt of cars. It's very utilitarian, lacking niceties
such as a CD player, cruise control, a ferchrissakes clock,
etc.
JB has a 4Runner. That's what
I was driving yesterday. I love driving the 4Runner, despite
the fact that I have to do an extremely ungraceful scramble-leap
to get into it. It just feels all rugged and buff. (Even though
it has no get up and go whatsoever. Also the horn is a big pussy.
"Meep! Excuse me, can I get through? If that's ok?")
And it's got a CD player. I love to sing along with my music
at the very top of my voice. I am, of course, aware that my singing
voice is so terrible it would cause a listener's head to actually
explode, Scanners-style.
That's why I reserve it for solitary drives, showers, and military
defense exercises.
I do feel like kind of a fraud
when I drive JB's rig. It's got a vanity plate, for one thing.
With our last name on it. I'm just not a vanity plate person.
My motto is: 'Please don't pay an undo amount of attention to
me, it makes me feel squirrely' (note to self - get better
motto). And there are a couple stickers on the back, one
being a diver's logo - the red square with the diagonal white
stripe - and the other being an NRA member logo. I am not a diver
(I'm waiting for that breathable water deal like they had in
The
Abyss, cause that seemed cool, except for the choking and
freaking out part). Nor am I prepared to deal with a rabid antigun
activist, threatening me with some kind of non-gun weapon. "Guns
kill forty billion zillion children a year! Now take off the
sticker or I will totally hit you with this rubber band!"
If you live in the Seattle area,
you know that yesterday was a fine fine day indeed. It was sunny
and clear and felt nothing at all like February. I drove to Edmonds,
where my aunt lives. Her house has a beautiful view of the Olympics,
the water, ferries going back and forth. My mom also came over
and we all went to lunch. It was fun. I don't see them enough.
I was gifted with a set of silverware.
Real silver, the kind you bury in your backyard in times of war.
A setting for 12 that belonged to my grandmother. It's a wonderful
thing to have. I hope I get the chance to use it in the future.
Because, no lie, JB and I use mainly paper plates. They have
flowers and shit on them, but they're still paper plates. Less
dishes, you know?
:::
Hokay, so if you were at my house
with me right now, you would be all, "Sundry, is that VASELINE
on your face? The hell?"
And I would be like "Why
don't you cram it, buster, sideways."
Oh, I wouldn't really. I'd offer
you some fresh coffee, you know that. Anyway, I have vaseline
slimed all over my face because I am turning into some sort of
lizardlike creature. Winter has sucked me dry of all that is
moist and wrinkle-resisting. I figured of all the overpriced
salves I own, vaseline was the most gooey, therefore surely the
most effective.
I heard the gelatinous-face-with-cat-hairs-stuck-to-it
look was de rigueur this season.
:::
I'm screwing around with the typeface for this journal. What
do you think of our serif-ic pal Times Roman? Easier to read?
Or are you more of a sans fan? Let
me know.
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Did you want to read about:
2002-02-25 - I
think it is entirely possible I have gained 10 pounds.
2002-02-22 - we're
hitting the road this morning
2002-02-21 - He
held up a leather jacket that was so dorky looking it burned
my retinas
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comments so far.
I have moved. - 1.03.2005
Obviously, a work in progress. - 12.27.2004
Happy holidays! - 12.24.2004
Listen, I am not a complete dick, it's not like I want Joe to die alone surrounded by cats or something. - 12.23.2004
Plus I am convinced my butt is extra big when it's upside down. - 12.22.2004
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