words, words, words
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If I begin to detail myself here, will you understand?
P. I am me
Q. I don't always know exactly who that is
R. I am Quaker
S. I like words and playing with them
T. I like genmaicha tea
U. I like the word napkin more than most others
V. I spend time walking my neighborhood
W. I cook rice often
X. I sleep well most every night
Y. I eat large amounts of fruit and vegetables
Z. I munch, sleep, write, create, cook, bike, watch, walk, listen, hope, learn, drink, live, breathe, touch, know, question, taste, copy, read, stare, carry, talk, dance, finger, try.
raisin@gmail.com
albums:
Magnetic Fields: 69 Love Songs
Erasure: I Say, I Say, I Say
Depeche Mode: Black Celebration
The Beach Boys: Pet Sounds
Marvin Gaye: What's Going On?
David Bowie: Hunky Dory
George Michael: Listen without Prejudice
George Gershwin: Porgy and Bess
Yo La Tengo: And Then Nothing Turned Itself Inside Out
songs:
Wild is the Wind: Nina Simone
Come Undone: Duran Duran
Rhapsody on a Theme of Paganini: Rachmaninov
My Funny Valentine: Chet Baker
Feeling Yourself Disintegrate: The Flaming Lips
This Must Be the Place: The Talking Heads
Hyperballad: Bjork
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Friday, January 10, 2003
i don't usually have dramatic things happen to me. the past six months has been full of them. although wednesday's drama was not my fault. A guy in a big old Ford hit my wonderful volkswagen golf while on the interstate, almost stopped due to traffic. he was going around 50 mph. yeah, my neck hurts. my car needs help; i think my sunglasses flew out the window, and the rental car cd player isn't working. thank goodness for NPR. so, i'm all right, and that's good. i was hoping that the accident would somehow alleviate the tiny bit of work i have here on base right now. but it didn't, just put it off for a little while. i got to spend more time at home yesterday, which was awfully nice, even though much of it was on the phone with insurance people, etc.
my poor golf though. i love that car. now i have this ugly white thing, a chevy cavalier, generica sedan. i hope they can fix my car, and that the cd's in the back didn't get crushed with the rest of the back side.
once again, i'm disappointed by health care and doctors. why do people give them so much respect? They hardly seem to know anything. and then the wait, oh my goodness, the wait. i guess it's just normal, to wait for two hours. if only i had had my book with me.
i'm whining though. i haven't whined in a while, and i hope not to for a while. i have a delicious barley and mushroom stew to eat while i sit here, and so long as i don't move much, my neck doesn't hurt.
9:40 AM
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