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i was going to write something about something, but then i got distracted while cleaning out my files in preparation of the thing i refuse to talk about, so i’ll just mention that i’ve, yet again, tried to cut my finger off with the beautiful chef’s knife my friend meghan (disguised as a 93 year old woman) gave me for xmas. i’ve lost count of how many times i’ve cut myself with that damn knife. i don’t know if i’m getting clumsier as i age or it’s got a thirst for blood. either way, i’m almost single-handedly keeping band-aid in business.
\ndid i mention that i went to colene’s<\/a> fantabulous birthday outing friday night? it was much fun and i love me some caramel apple martinis and orange creme brulee.
\nsaturday was a dark day. i overslept in the a.m. which threw a wrench into my plans to head off to the art gallery early in the day, so i decided i’d stay home and do my chores so i could go the next day. the day itself wasn’t so bad, but around six o’clock i felt overwhelmingly alone and utterly unloved. i sat in my apartment waiting for the phone to ring (i’d left a message with karen about a movie and there was still the possibilty of dinner with m&m) while the tears welled up and the roof caved in. i went out for a drive with the half-hearted intention of going to see a movie, but i couldn’t bring myself to go alone, so i just picked up a frozen pizza at the store and went back home.
\njust when it was getting really bleak, the phone rang (scaring me quite shitless, actually). it was my dad calling to check in and ask me a computer-related question. he was sitting around his apartment alone, too (his girlfriend was obviously otherwise occupied or they’d have been together). i couldn’t figure out what he’d done to the pc remotely, so i offered to go take a look at it. as payment, i requested a game of pool with him. once again, dad came to my rescue. dads are good like that, i’ve discovered.
\nsunday morning i headed out early (for me) to the art gallery. i promised myself i would NOT miss the baja to vancouver show and i didn’t let myself down. i highly recommend the gallery when it first opens. the population is minimal and you can actually have quiet, alone time with the pieces which speak to you. i was really disappointed in the “no photography” policy (i asked one of the little security\/docent people and she actually thanked me for asking before i started snapping away) because there were just zillions of opportunities for amazing photos. not just of the works, but the gallery spaces, the people, the architecture of the building. i guess i’ll have to be satisfied with the mental snapshots i took.
\ni really want to kiss a boy.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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