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May. 9th, 2004 09:29 pmgood: van helsing, in that thoroughly unrepentent, unredeemable, wow summer movies have lots of previews way. (your author is a happy woman. she's got apocalpyse movies, girlfights, and another m night to look forward to. (your author also has _no_ taste in movies))
better: bubba ho-tep. bruce campbell, how i love you. (light mentioned he might have a 'source' for Brisco County Jr. in exactly those words (hence the quotation marks))
best: the EFO show in Pittsfield. Finding the Berkshire Museum, a little challenging and rendered both of us a little snappy. but Julie sang "alone", which sounds like a tribute to Janis, but even shiverier, there was a lot of as yet unreleased, and as per usual, a couple priceless lines including 'goth folk', 'i take my vengenance out on the homeless' and julie singing "the hills are alive, and they're eating children."
and there was hottubs, and getting a hotel for falconridge (i'm contemplating trying to score tranqs from my doctor, since i want it to be a good experience), and indian food, and lots of errands we remembered to run, and i find it fascinating how many moods i can have, how i can see the tone of voice as it comes out of my mouth, but i can't stop it. he's destroyed, or i've destroyed the part of me that kept me removed from what i was saying, what i was feeling, and i don't mourn the loss, even if i find myself cast adrift and much buffetted by this new lack of control.
he left for what i plan on being the last time. a couple weekends of me leaving chelmsford to come sleep alone, and then i'm putting all my money on a lifetime of all the partings being temporarty, all the addresses containing both of us. yeah, i think all my eggs are in this basket, but i'm choosing that, over and over again, and consciously every time.
better: bubba ho-tep. bruce campbell, how i love you. (light mentioned he might have a 'source' for Brisco County Jr. in exactly those words (hence the quotation marks))
best: the EFO show in Pittsfield. Finding the Berkshire Museum, a little challenging and rendered both of us a little snappy. but Julie sang "alone", which sounds like a tribute to Janis, but even shiverier, there was a lot of as yet unreleased, and as per usual, a couple priceless lines including 'goth folk', 'i take my vengenance out on the homeless' and julie singing "the hills are alive, and they're eating children."
and there was hottubs, and getting a hotel for falconridge (i'm contemplating trying to score tranqs from my doctor, since i want it to be a good experience), and indian food, and lots of errands we remembered to run, and i find it fascinating how many moods i can have, how i can see the tone of voice as it comes out of my mouth, but i can't stop it. he's destroyed, or i've destroyed the part of me that kept me removed from what i was saying, what i was feeling, and i don't mourn the loss, even if i find myself cast adrift and much buffetted by this new lack of control.
he left for what i plan on being the last time. a couple weekends of me leaving chelmsford to come sleep alone, and then i'm putting all my money on a lifetime of all the partings being temporarty, all the addresses containing both of us. yeah, i think all my eggs are in this basket, but i'm choosing that, over and over again, and consciously every time.
