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28 December 1999
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no recollection of what i dreamt last night. gone by the time i opened my eyes.
called er!n this afternoon. basically with the intention of saying: i'm coming over to visit. but i can't just say that. i have to wait for her to say: so when am i going to get to see you? i can't just show up out of the blue, because maybe she won't even be there and it is an hour drive, or because maybe she's doing something else. and then when i do call to make sure she's there and all, i feel like i'm imposing to just invite myself over. and of course i don't think i've ever invited her over, because on one hand my house is a mess, and i guess it really does bother me, and on the other i kinda feel like i'm imposing the hour drive on her. any wonder why we never worked out as a couple?
and these are all stupid, fairly baseless reasons, but hang-ups are hang-ups.
so anyway she does eventually ask when i'm coming over, and i say let me eat and then hopefully my van will make the trip. so i ate. and everyone here went to the mall. and i got in my van and decided to put gas in it first. and my baybank card didn't work (that would suck if i've run out of my $300 overdraft) and so i had to use my credit card for the first time ever. and then i decided that my van wasn't going to make it anyway and i had wasted $20 and a credit card purchase.
came home. waffled for a bit. call er!n and say i'm not coming or borrow mom's van. ended up taking mom's van. listened to the magnetic fields on the way over.
er!n was trying to set up some artwork that she had told people she'd take portfolio slides of for. [i feel i have to draw extra attention to that terrible sentence structure, ending with not one, but two prepositions.] and having a hard time, since her mom wouldn't let her put any nails in the walls. eventually we went out for coffee. and then drove around a bit. came back and hung out.
she had this idea that since we don't have the best communication via phone or email or in person, that we should each have a little book. and just write or draw whatever in it, and switch whenever we saw each other. so i did a truchet code title page, and then explained the mechanics of it to er!n.
borrowed front 242's manhunter 2000 album (two cds worth of manhunter remixes) and listened to that on the way home. started thinking about how i would've remixed the song. and not too many of the tracks are anything at all like what i'd do.
called er!n this afternoon. basically with the intention of saying: i'm coming over to visit. but i can't just say that. i have to wait for her to say: so when am i going to get to see you? i can't just show up out of the blue, because maybe she won't even be there and it is an hour drive, or because maybe she's doing something else. and then when i do call to make sure she's there and all, i feel like i'm imposing to just invite myself over. and of course i don't think i've ever invited her over, because on one hand my house is a mess, and i guess it really does bother me, and on the other i kinda feel like i'm imposing the hour drive on her. any wonder why we never worked out as a couple?
and these are all stupid, fairly baseless reasons, but hang-ups are hang-ups.
so anyway she does eventually ask when i'm coming over, and i say let me eat and then hopefully my van will make the trip. so i ate. and everyone here went to the mall. and i got in my van and decided to put gas in it first. and my baybank card didn't work (that would suck if i've run out of my $300 overdraft) and so i had to use my credit card for the first time ever. and then i decided that my van wasn't going to make it anyway and i had wasted $20 and a credit card purchase.
came home. waffled for a bit. call er!n and say i'm not coming or borrow mom's van. ended up taking mom's van. listened to the magnetic fields on the way over.
er!n was trying to set up some artwork that she had told people she'd take portfolio slides of for. [i feel i have to draw extra attention to that terrible sentence structure, ending with not one, but two prepositions.] and having a hard time, since her mom wouldn't let her put any nails in the walls. eventually we went out for coffee. and then drove around a bit. came back and hung out.
she had this idea that since we don't have the best communication via phone or email or in person, that we should each have a little book. and just write or draw whatever in it, and switch whenever we saw each other. so i did a truchet code title page, and then explained the mechanics of it to er!n.
borrowed front 242's manhunter 2000 album (two cds worth of manhunter remixes) and listened to that on the way home. started thinking about how i would've remixed the song. and not too many of the tracks are anything at all like what i'd do.