- bicycle shopping via craigslist- i want an old one with funky handle bars for cruising around the ‘hood- budget $100.
- finish reading the glass bead game by hermann hesse.
- go to bikram- its been a month, it will hurt but i miss it.
- put together a care package for sunny.
- go see the darjeeling limited- wes anderson makes the funniest movies.
i am working on my j peterman powerpoint presentation for my merchandising class tomorrow, constantly being reminded that my peterman mailbag got knicked (sp? no k?) in the robbery. I’ll miss you friend.
i have a replacement in mind though:
the gladstone, strong enough to go down the nile, across the alps, through the canal, over the oceans, but still small enough to carry aboard a plane.
with all of the recent drama around here it was really good to have tom back from europe. i made him my famous lemon chicken (thanks mom) and french beans almondine. unfortunately he has to fly to new york tomorrow.
i hate being left alone all the time, our house can be kind of creepy when you’re home alone.
this is us on our friend jim’s boat, invader, in puerto vallerta last christmas.
today is my friend jake’s birthday.
when i came out to my parents and we had a huge fight, jake came and got sobbing me from the scott’s parking lot on maplecrest in fort wayne.
here we are walking through the redwoods, having a roadside yoga break at big sur, and at a bar in the castro.
love you jake.
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so i just called 911 because i saw someone creeping around in the bushes in my backyard. turns out it was a neighbor looking for his cat which escaped. last week i would have just gone outside to see what was up. shit.
Filed under: drama
my house was robbed on friday. stolen were:
- my laptop and my boyfriend’s laptop
- my j. peterman mailbag
- my wallet and spare keys (in the bag)
- my ipod and palmpilot
- a set of sheets (?)
- a set of decorative knives my bf picked up in india
on saturday whoever stole my keys came back for my car.
all of these are replaceable. the sense of security i have always felt in my home and in my neighborhood is not. i’ve been looking at everyone suspiciously, i hate that.
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