i received a note on my windsheild the other night- in perfectly passive northwest style. signed "a neighbor" and introduced as "a friendly note", it berated me for "taking up valuable parking space". WHOEVER IT IS, they are giving me a week before "taking further action." this fucking disgusts me. you haven't the balls to sign your name? who are you, blue-inked asshole? and don't you realize that if (i mean, when) i get the tire fixed, the car will still be taking up space in the neighborhood?
i admit, i have been waiting for this. i have, apparently, until sunday, before the Further Action. meanwhile, i am at the library, doing nothing about it.
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reflections at the UW bookstore bathroom! they were getting ready to close. i was all by myself in the loo, taking these, trying different poses and angles, when a guy walked in to make sure the place was vacant. here i was, a camera pointed at the trash can, saying "just leaving!" too brightly, moving past him quickly. rather embarrassing.
progress! they are building a new parking garage! i cannot wait!
more progress! future condos, i'm sure, in tones of honey and fallout, starting at prices no one can afford.
and an album cover that dropped my puritan jaw. the picture is from a book and therefore of shit quality. apparently there was great fanfare over the bawdiness of the artwork when this was released (mid-'70's); the album itself sold quite poorly. i must find this and hang it on my wall.
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