Friday, March 29, 2002

Whatsamatter? What, already? I told you: I've been busy with a couple of things. I'll be back soon.

P.S. You wanna know why New Orleanians are so fat? 'Cause even our tweaked-out crack fiends crave Krispy-Kreme doughnuts.

6:56 AM
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Thursday, March 21, 2002

I am such a complete loser for not going out last night.

9:46 AM
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Tuesday, March 19, 2002

Oh no! Another show! At the Hi-Ho! Who knew live music could be so much fun?

4:04 PM
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Monday, March 18, 2002

7 endless days.

6 packs of smokes.

5 long rehearsals.

4 months 'till vacation.

3 variegated impatiens.

2 extended rock shows.

1 lovely houseguest.

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Tuesday, March 12, 2002

See? And y'all thought I was just bein' all poetical and shit.

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Sunday, March 10, 2002

Ok, mullets and mullet fansites and mullet taxonomophila were, like, cute and funny and kitchy for a hot minute, but it's obviously time to move on.

What next...? Pompadour wigs, perhaps? Fat barbarian dreadlocks a la Romeo Gigli, circa 1995? Or how about the Gibson Girl? Everybody likes a good Gibson Girl, n'est-ce pas?

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Friday, March 08, 2002

The other day I was...



You know that thing that sometimes...



My father once said...



Hmm.



Well.



I guess I have nothing to say. Read this instead.

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Thursday, March 07, 2002

You know things are strange when the country is in an uproar over your fourth-grade teacher's husband and one of your father's golf buddies.

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Sunday, March 03, 2002

Rapper C-Murder Indicted for Second-Degree Murder

Hello?

I don't make this stuff up, people.

7:25 AM
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Saturday, March 02, 2002

The grants apps have now been Fed Exed.
I hope they all yield big, fat checks.
But if they do not,
I won't be distraught--
I'm on salary, bitch, what the heck?

I don't think that I've bathed in a week.
My clothes are beginning to reek.
I look like a mess,
but it's all for the best:
I'm cultivating my reputation as a freak.

Deadlines made this last week stink--
but that's done, and now I can think
of new drinking games
for Kaytie and James
and tidy the house for The Minx.

8:29 AM
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ppl.
etc.