magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

i woke up about three-thirty this morning. just minutes before rain started pouring down. a good old-fashioned thunderstorm like the ones i remember from my childhood. thunder and lightning and rain from all directions. even a little hail.

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i got my first recording of irma in the mail today. it's the brian eno produced version on vinyl that tom phillips was not terribly approving of. but, aside from the content (i can't listen to it until i fix my record player anyway, and am not sure if i want to before staging my own production), i'm very pleased with the process of ordering and receiving it. to be fully honest, this was the order from the sketchier looking of the online stores i ordered from. but joey, the one man band (i believe) behind boltbeats, kept me informed via email at every step of the process, and was very personable and professional. highly recommended if yr looking for out of print vinyl of cd releases.

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chris.k came back from georgia at some point today. he was home when i got back from work. it was still hot, but had cooled off some, and i was planning on making those burritos that i had bought stuff for a few days ago. cybèle called though, and wanted us to come over for dinner.

of course there was some fancy black car parking me in. i knocked downstairs, and another goth girl, who may have been there all summer but who i've never seen, answered and told me that she didn't even own a car, so it wasn't hers. i knocked across the hall, and yet another person that i've never seen but who apparently lives in my building told me that it was his, and he'd move it. (he lives with the jock boy, who's girlfriend i think was the girl tying up our laundry machines last night.)

cybèle's dinner was good. but my poor tortillas and beans are probably feeling neglected.