friday, december 3
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and so me and angela went to ci-ci's $2.99 pizza buffet, and i stacked it
high and rekindled my love for blue cheese dressing and was very much introduced to
dessert pizzas and i loaded and went back and i laughed and breathed
powdered sugar all over my clothes, ignoring the 2 tables of men with tools
staring over and ate. and then we went to angela's and while garrett napped we watched parents and ate most of a pan of oatmeal butterscotch almost-cookies that we scraped off in pieces with a big, black plastic spatula while i was silently terrified by the movie in ways i haven't been terrified before, and became even more thankful that i'm a vegetarian. watched return to oz which i for some reason connected better with than the wizard of oz. blasphemy. i know. onwards. borrowed a stack of books from angela and she drove me home and gave me a chocolate goldcoin, and i walked into my apartement and found gene on the floor with his hair parted differently, and gabbi's girlfriend gave me a lemon jelly donut because today is the first day of chanukah. say hi to my old friend sugar high. hi. this is happy face. the weirdest thing to happen last night, however, happened when everybody had left to go eat. the phone rang around 9.30 p.m., i answered and.. it was one of gabbi's friends. here's the weird part: i don't know this guy apart from how well you know a person you've had about three phone conversations with that last about 30 second at a time of the "hi.. he's not here.. can i take a message.. bye" nature. yesterday was no different.. only.. he could hear my tv over the phone, and asked what it was... and the next thing i know, it's 11 pm and we've been on the phone for an hour and a half. two complete strangers completely psycho. i know. it took about an hour before i went "um.. who are you? hal? hi hal. what do you do?" heh. they always said i was a chatty one. anyways. hi, hal. --- well. anyways. i've slept wonderfully the past two nights. i think it might have something to do with the fact that gabbi (and girlfriend) returned to the apartement after a weeklong trip to florida. i feel so weird now. i never thought human presence would matter so much all of a sudden. i'm trying not to play out anymore 'jennie homeless' scenarios in my head, too. it seems to be working. i've had no further indications that it's a possibility, so i'm letting myself be lulled by that. jessica will be here in less than a week and a half. i'm excited. you could say. heheheheh. hi. this is my happy happy face. --- ...remember how i used to run a really big pj harvey webpage once upon a time? well. i stopped it when i went broke and lost the simplenet site. when that happened, i got a bit disheartened, and just... fell out of the pj harvey loop. and then today i got an e-mail from one of the main contributors from that era: "There was some talk about you and your 50ft Queenie website on our PJ list recently and there were quite a few of us who wanted to convince you to do the website again." [insert my jaw dropping] i headed over to that lists' archives to see what she meant, and found this thread: "i miss jens page. pjharvey.org is cool... but its not always updated and filled with slilly fan stuff.. has anyone heard from jen (or is it jennie?)" "You mean Jennie Alibasic? I miss her too. 50ft Queenie was one of my favourite sites ever. I tried to send her a couple of e-mails but she never answered. Maybe she has a different address now. Any news from Jennie, anyone?" "Yeah really! Her page was always updated! it had news and PICS! i love ze pretty pictures... it was great fun. i remember jennie having some financial and family matter problems ...but she said she would be back. and then she sent that email... THAT EMAIL that pissed the fuck out of me. it was in the lines of -since Pj doesnt have a new album out yet, i'll chill on it...maybe come back when something new is around for taste... i was very dis located. 'thought i might as well be dead... but i could just sleep instead'. oh, i know...im being dramatic. dark times of waiting for a new album" "If anyone knows how to get in touch with Jennie, maybe we could convince her to change her mind. Even without a new album, there are still plenty of things that could be done. Or maybe we could just convince her to join the list." i'm not sure i'd be able to leave the lab right now even if i wanted to - it's so big and floaty. i don't even think i'd be able to fit my nose out the door. and the sad thing is, i'm considering it. nothing big... nothing fancy... just.. a new pj harvey news and fan central.. la la la... (all the while my brain is shouting "THEY REMEMBER ME THEY REMEMBER ME!" - i feel so sally fields.) i'll never be able to untangle myself from this goddamn web, am i? beer. |
GOD says:"today is a good day for good movies. rent clean, shaven. or try and find a showing of show me love, which is actually that swedish movie which jennie adores so much it hurts, fucking amal. it's here. it's subtitled. it's wonderful. hi." |
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