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i've been on a rereading-of-augusten-burroughs binge over the last week. every time i've gone to a used bookstore (which i realize i do EVERY DAY I HAVE OFF, which i cannot decide is pathetic or merely economically imprudent) i've found one of his books, so i've bought them. i first read all his shit (with the exception of 'sellevision', his fiction novel, which looks stupid) about two years ago. i knew it would fuck with my head, but i reread most of 'dry' today.
the weather's been foul. the novelty has worn off and now it's just fucking depressing. wind and rain and GREY. everywhere, GREY. i purposely looked at everyone i passed on the sidewalk and no one looked back. i came to the conclusion that people in seattle are self-absorbed miserable fucking assholes. but then i realized it was just along a particularly unfortunate stretch of 5th avenue. after the lovely woman at the bank, people were friendly again. it's weird how that happens...
today:
-chex, peanuts, salted edamame. double bergemont earl grey with a shitload of sweet and cream.
-download of 'the seeds' self-titled album. mercy, it's not that good.
-an agate necklace for me, a stone bracelet for my mother. the vintage shop in pike place market was finally open while i was there. the place reeks of old people. it smelled like my grandfather before he died- as if his pores could emanate decay. the woman who runs the place was lovely and explained the various jewelry to me. total impulse buy- it's rare that i can justify buying fucking baubles. she had the radio on kexp. "the emperor's new clothes" played. you said it was me/but i really don't think so.
-fruitless job searching over yerba mate tea.
-happy hour with people i adore.
-the best dance class i've had yet. i didn't fuck up once. my partners smiled back.
-walking through the desolate streets of the financial district blaring 'fuck tha police'. what have i become? i love ipod shuffle. it shifted seamlessly into 'lay lady lay' and 'sowing the seeds of love'.
-watching a bright red umbrella blow inside out.
-blaring 'carrie-ann' whilst walking down 12th avenue.
-the horde gathered around the discounted easter candy at the drugstore. fuck jesus, eat sugar. i should trademark that.
-the comfort of people who know me very, very well and seem to appreciate me anyway.
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i like being reminded of what really matters.