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Thursday, September 02, 2004

This Frequency's My Universe

Well, I've written and rewritten this whole "where did the last month go?" thing about a dozen times and I can't make it into anything other than gibberish.

So anyway, I'll just do a quick fill-in. I moved to New Hampshire so my boyfriend could go to law school here. I got to keep my job, which I do via the "internet." I have been living in the boonies for a month now and I am getting a little starved for human contact (aside from the boyfriend, who is a super trouper). Which is weird because I generally despise most human contact.

I seriously miss New Yorkers. The rest of this nation is alarmingly badly dressed. All we have here are Abercrombie girls (I curse thee, Mischa Barton weird short short pleated skirt thing!) and LiveJournal boys, locked in some kind of eternal mall-war. And let me tell you, folks -- NOBODY WINS. Nobody!

But other than that, it's pretty comfy here. Our apartment feels like a shore house to me. All that knotty pine. It's like I'm on vacation all the time. Except for the whole "working all day" and "on call all night" thing.

All our neighbors are really Grey Gardens. I swear, within one block of my house there are at least a dozen completely insane ramshackle houses that look like they house raccoon-feeder nutjobs. It would be cool if it weren't so actively terrifying. At some point I will provide photographic proof; but my camera didn't survive the move and I feel funny borrowing the boyfriend's as it is so small and shiny I'm afraid I might swallow it.

We have one neighbor who is...well, let's just say she's not all there...and told me that a previous resident liked to go through people's mailboxes and throw things in the trash. Strangely, someone keeps throwing Matty's Sunday Times out every weekend--is the mysterious previous resident returning on a weekly basis? I'm confused.

It's too late for me to write anything coherent. Sorry this is so LiveJournal.

Your payment for reading this whole stupid entry is a copy of "You Are the Generation That Bought More Shoes, and You Get What You Deserve" by Johnny Boy, which I knicked from FluxBlog. It is unquestionably the acest pop song of the year. Utter genius. Filled to the brim with smashing anticapitalist rhetoric set to That Ronettes Beat. And the singer's name is Lolly. Can't beat that!

Posted at 01:11 AM

Comments

001. Max

Ugh--don't get me started about that weirdo cheerleader/pleated skirt thing. HEINOUS. And they surround me at work, of course. When fall gets here and they get packed up, I might go on a rant in my classes: "Okay, girls, here's what I do NOT want to see next spring..."

Posted at 06:04PM on Thursday, September 02, 2004

002. heidi

CANDY SHOPPE!!!!!

Posted at 07:01PM on Saturday, September 11, 2004

003. Brian

I attempted to look up "acest" in the dictionary, for a few moments pondered the fact m-w.com had never heard of the word, and then realized that I had simply had too many rum and cokes.

Posted at 02:31AM on Tuesday, September 21, 2004

004. Tim

I missed that track when it came out, thanks for the dl!

Posted at 07:39PM on Wednesday, September 22, 2004

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