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random edicts de jeudi

Poof! Be gone!

I'm going away for the weekend again. I'm visiting my brother during Parents' weekend. I might get access to the net, I might not. On verra. That's French for 'we will see.'

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11/9/2000 04:52:35 PM | linkyluv?
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The Internet is wonderful!

And so is Dan Savage. The second woman's story made me laugh to the point of annoying my coworkers.

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11/9/2000 09:28:14 AM | linkyluv?
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random edicts de mercredi

BuffyLog entry from me:

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11/8/2000 09:18:13 AM | linkyluv?
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It occurred to me that some of you may not be slash-obsessives or The Sentinel fans. Garret Maggart played Blair Sandburg, the shorter of the two guys with the long, curly hair.

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11/8/2000 08:57:48 AM | linkyluv?
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Awful, awful nightmare!

Amazingly, I am not talking about the too-close-to-call presidential election.

I had a dream that Garret Maggart was on a History Channel Game Show called, "What Was My Last Paying Job, Anyway?" He was dressed as a garish neo-Victorian poofter in red and pink. And he kept walking into things and spilling stuff, and he tried to make espresso with flour. It was so awful, I woke up before my alarm and had to make this blog entry.

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11/8/2000 07:18:23 AM | linkyluv?
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random edicts de mardi

Lovely, loverly weekend

I was ordered to Boston for the GIND's birthday, and I'm so glad I went.

I hadn't seen the Topless Tuner in over a year, and her hair was all short. (Not that this is her most significant feature, nor is it all that startling. I believe her hair was that short when I met her. But it was good to see her again, and talk with her. And, to be perfectly honest, eat her cooking. The TT has this amazing relationship with vegetables. She made mushroom turnovers, and I liked them. I am not a fan of mushrooms. (I'm not opposed to mushrooms, the way I am to, say, asparagus, but I don't enjoy them much.) But I did like her mushroom dish. And I was relieved to find her still very much herself. She is the second-most grounded person I have ever known, and perhaps the healthiest and sanest. (The most grounded person I ever knew was a completely unreliable drug addict. Max was not in the least trustworthy, but he was solid as a rock.) Things being the same with the Tuner signify an order and dignity to the universe which it needs.

Seeing the GIND was blissful. I really do adore her. I don't know how to put into words just how much I adore her. I can say this: she began to miss me less than eight hours after I was gone; I'm still reveling in having been with her. I can't miss her yet; I'm still basking in the glow of her existence proximate to mine. She makes me feel like a happy Elena Georgiou poem.

I think that this weekend was so good because I skipped the hysterical anxiety and went straight into a self-accepting peace that I didn't quite get to the next-to-last time we saw each other. I love her, it's an extremely sensual thing, and my feelings sometimes have a mild sexual frisson but aren't worth rocking the boat. She smells good and she feels good and she's very, very clever and she makes me glad when she's breathing.

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11/7/2000 07:47:02 PM | linkyluv?
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