The rest of my day was spent with non-internet people that if I talk about you would have no idea what I was saying. And I would have to spend a really long time writing paragraphs to catch you up on the non-internet people's stories. Then this would become as ridiculous to read as it is now.
I bought a new book today. Everybody keeps saying I need to read Bukowski so my friend Jordan told me to read Hollywood. I have to finish Tortilla Flat first. But first I have to work. But before that, I have to write this blog.
I had so much stuff on my planner for today and I crossed out almost everything but two really small things that I can easily do tomorrow if I ever decide to sleep again.
Greg Truelove sent some photos of me in my super fast outfit from Liberator.
The night before we made our own skirt out of cellophane and tule then went out to this warehouse that had burned down a few months back. There was one little piece left standing and Greg made a joke about burning that down too, but we never did it. I just rolled around in ashes. Not nearly as cool. But the pictures turned out lovely.
That poor skirt was never destined to last longer than three hours after it's creation.
Adieu.
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