08 November 1999
on the page...
Jonathan Lethem's
As She Climbed Across the Table
Dammit...
I MUST finish this book.
in my CD player...
Aden
Black Cow
They
play the sweetest chords with such whispering poetry...
when seeing them at the Middle East Upstairs last night
with Erika, she made a point to clap between every
song... she said, "In a crowd this small, every clap
counts."
mailbox euphoria...
Some time ago I began sending postcards to Michael and
Jay... little pieces of me for $.20 a piece... Recently
Michael has been sending some back to me... almost one a
day. I hung them from my bathroom mirror to remind me
that somewhere out there is a connection... and then I returned the sentiment...
in my comment field...
"I am Jack's smirking revenge."
Narrator... Fight Club
ladders that roll...
Bookstore Michael leaned over to me during
the candyman song in Willy Wonka and the Chocolate
Factory on Saturday night to console me... he knows
how sad it makes me to see ladders that you can climb
onto and roll back and forth on... our bookstore ladders
have OSHA safety brakes... a tragedy.
magnetic poetry...
I try to construct a sentence everytime I work,
comprised mostly of random words I see while passing the
display in our store a gazillion times a day... Katie
helped with this
one.
arch enemies...
I know he's been Michael's arch enemy ever since they
competed for the American History X lead, but Edward
Norton just continues to blow me away. Fight Club is no exception.