Thursday, August 29, 2002

'LIBRA (Sept. 23-Oct. 22): Unexpected love songs are welling up within you, Libra -- cries of the heart that are both ancient and fresh. Even if you think you can't carry a tune, I urge you to unleash them with reckless glee, poignant ferocity, or both. If they seem monstrous or mortifying at first, trust them to evolve. Surrender to whatever uncanny or clichéd lyrics spill forth from the abyss of your longing. You need this release, my dear. The future of your emotional health and wealth requires you to tap into the unquenchably joyful, agonizingly sweet source where your deepest desires originate.'

har har. did we ever get a kick and a swoon out of that one...

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Tuesday, August 27, 2002

'how you both handle breakfast tells you as much about what's going on between you as the night before. if the sleepover occurred at your place, you really should offer him something no matter how you feel. you fucked him, you can pour him a glass of orange juice. that's all you have to do if you're feeling mortified. even if you don't think he's boyfriend material, you can still give him a bowl of cheerios and a coffee. reserve the offer to make pancakes or, most romantic of all, an invitation to the greasy spoon around the corner for a guy you really like. [is there anything cuter than a greasy spoon on a sunday at noon? all those sex-drunk, messy-haired new couples sharing the sunday new york times?] this is vital. there's something about pancakes on weekend mornings that makes people want to go back to bed and have sex again: use them with caution.'

ha! old-fashioned decorum books rule.

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my contribution to the night, quotation wise:

boys suck. popcorn is way better.

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Friday, August 23, 2002

quote the paper [& myself]: i want to know you inside out...

ha! are you sure about that one?

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Tuesday, August 20, 2002

so concerned. 'i haven't seen you in way too long. are you okay? no, really. are you o.k.? i've been worried...' sigh.

mayday.

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Sunday, August 18, 2002

three separate people in the same night: 'you always have the coolest clothes, jess.' odd.

and then the velma comments started, of course. ha.

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Thursday, August 15, 2002

i'm watching myself pull my heart apart, piece by piece, powerless to stop the process.

quick, grab my fingers, my hand.

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and it wears me out...

'that's a beautiful sight...'

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Wednesday, August 14, 2002

-- The Real Thing has arrived. Maybe not the Ultimate, Climactic, Last-You-All-Your-Life Real Thing, but who knows? Even if it is just a temporary Real Thing, it's still got a lot of rich transformations to give you. I'd like to inquire, therefore, why you have not yet let it fully into your life? Is it because it has a superficial resemblance to a counterfeit "Real Thing" from your past? Or, in a world teeming with false promises and spin doctors and crafty sales pitches, are you finding it hard to recognize a truly genuine article? Pinch yourself, Libra. --

[damn] shut the hell up and let things happen, jess.

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Tuesday, August 13, 2002

popular mechanics for lovers: i heard he wrote you a song, but so what? some guy wrote sixty-nine and one just ain't enough.

this song is perfect. thank you beulah.

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can you fall in love with the same person twice?
would you?

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