Previous: 4/26-4/30 5/03-5/10 5/11-5/21 5/23-5/28 5/29-6/04 6/05-6/10 6/11-6/15 6/16-6/26 and it rips my heart out this site did that i feel as though i just wretched i am uncomfortable and very much regretting that i am not in love - Friday, June 26, 1998 at 16:04:37 (EDT) let me rephrase that last one "non-4.0 browsers" means Netscape 3.x everything else can bite me in fact it crashes IE 3 hah! right on support diversity! - Friday, June 26, 1998 at 15:18:03 (EDT) ok so how long has it been that non-4.0 browsers don't see a white background on my journal? thanks to Nancy for pointing this out it's really weird, i'll try and figure it out sigh.... design problems galore, wish it was easy to upgrade, so everyone would do it - Friday, June 26, 1998 at 14:54:38 (EDT) an art link - Thursday, June 25, 1998 at 17:49:00 (EDT) I'm really burned on the internet web shit actually people in general go read these peoples pages if ya want someone who gives a damn i think I'm gonna take the week off from SiD l8tr - Monday, June 22, 1998 at 11:21:33 (EDT) bn go here: gofik crap - Monday, June 22, 1998 at 10:50:42 (EDT) oregon dreams of embraced states distance shortened but still quite far you return tonight yet still not here maybe someday maybe soon - Monday, June 22, 1998 at 02:02:00 (EDT) gone to the beach for the weekend, see ya sunday night...... - Saturday, June 20, 1998 at 04:04:46 (EDT) Another HTML document panicked, and Olssen Hall learned a hard lesson from the tree. - Friday, June 19, 1998 at 11:35:39 (EDT) as i read this i almost cried i don't care if you are not a skinny puppy fan that is a tale of the difficulties of creating of how the love of the "child" can destroy the ones that gave it birth they all only wanted the best but as they grew as people, their ways of expressing themselves grew too they lost sync it's what made them great it's what killed them - Thursday, June 18, 1998 at 17:23:00 (EDT) work w/ computers? well maybe you have had bad days hopefully not this bad - Thursday, June 18, 1998 at 13:30:54 (EDT) this proves it! we are really screwed! - Thursday, June 18, 1998 at 11:57:13 (EDT) it's an 80's morning did you like music in the 80's? or how about film? or a heartbreaker form that particular film (oh sigh) yeah, i remeber that stuff - Thursday, June 18, 1998 at 11:29:46 (EDT) this has to be some ov the funniest shit i have ever seen on the web - Wednesday, June 17, 1998 at 15:16:28 (EDT) puce, i'm a bastard and i'm sorry i thought about what i said and there is no way i could have said that to your face it's just too easy to lock away one's heart when all you are doing is typing you know who it is the following is quite a tale so be prepared.......
so now... the grand event relatively uneventfull, i the antisocial artist type in the corner sketching away and burnin through the java but i left that place wired and ready to go cruized back to pad and put together six loads still a few items left over too! by the time i made it to the laundry it was 12:30 the were supposed to be closed, but the lights were on, and the doors wide open after some difficulty getting change things were underway time slipped away and my duds got clean then as i was folding someone walked into the place only the third person i had even seen all night and the only other person to come into the laundry she was a normal jane plain white t-shirt, and monocrome sweat/stretch pants that were so popular in the late '80s older women wear them mostly now and the lower end of the economic spectrum she kept her space, head down, avaioding eye contace she was looking in the machines for change but playing it off pretty well broke, but not lacking dignity, at least in her own eyes, and that's what counts most not having much luck she staggered back out to the street watching the pavement as if it held some great mystery or maybe if she stared long enough it would give up some change and she had the strut where her hips move a great deal, in a false sultry advertisement but this was an empty neighborhood, not much work to be had maybe she was not looking, just walking that way out of habit she disapeared around a corner i returned to my laundry five minutes later she was back across the street curious i went outside to smoke a cig still watching the ground like a hawk she came towards me and went back into the laundry inside there was a bulliten board that had want ads for realy shitty jobs she proceeded to remove all of these and fold them up to carry with her and then she walked to the doorway and just stood there for the first time she seemed to recognize i was there and brushed a tuft of hair out of her eyes i said hello, and for some unexplainable reason asked her if she would like to get some coffee she noticably relaxed a bit, mumbled something, rubbed her nose and took a seat we started to have a conversation but i soon realized that she was not really responding to anything i said but randomly jumping from topic to topic in response to questions nobody had asked she talked with a very slow draw which was almost comforting aside from the content i learned her name is christine she runs her own house cleaning business, she gave me a hand written business card she's almost 30 (i would not have guessed older that 25) she has a child her uncle has ducks living in his house she misses the country once her mother bit into a turkey leg and her false teeth came out, her sister took a picture of that as she painted this broken picture of who she was i folded my clothes my input was not really needed, it was more as if she was just thinking out loud eventually i finished and started taking my goods to the car she stayed inside the last load in the trunk i walked back to the laundry where she had managed to come outside "you still want that coffee?" "hmmmm, yeah, ok" her response was almost confused, but she followed me back to the car she began to inteact a bit more with me asking questions about where we could go and things like that Denny's seemed like a safe bet for me, not really a discriminating place for 2:30 am once there she began to explain to me about thw numerous fathers she has known how one of them was an artist and she wanted to be one once and she knew i was on oh yeah, i told her what my job is, i got the typical "i want to get into computers" anyway she told me that this multiple family situatiuon is why she is such an overachiever i think i must have cocked my head to the side like a puppy that just does not get it apparently she was thinking out loud again and feeding herself some emotional propaganda she had the words of a fighter though to listen to her you would think this woman could do anything but then i notice the bruises on her wrists not that i was certain of their cause, but she was rubbing her nose a great deal too but whatever, she seemed honest enough, just not lucid i got some more coffe and an english muffin she went for the grand slam once it arrived she went silent, a constant flow of food off of her plate she ate everything except the pancakes i noticed she had a compulsive need to organize everything on the table and as she ate the sugar jars and empty plates all found neat tidy homes finally the pancakes were all that were left this became ritual, she stared at them for a long time i was able to observe her beautiful eyes, pale crystal blue, stunning she poured just the right amount of strawberry syrup and began to cut the pieces she had were twice what she should have tried to put in her mouth but she ate them regardless the plate was cleaned spotless she then arranged and stacked all the dirty dishes on the table i smoked and said very little then went to pay the bill when we went back out to the car she asked about the stereo i had it turned off because i figured she would not be the type to like Aphex Twin i had the Come To Daddy EP in much to my suprise track 7 really got her going she enjoyed it greatly, saying how she liked that it was something she could dance to honestly is the most non-rythmical track on the CD but sure enough she was grooving out in the seat next to me i asked what she felt like doing "I want to cruise, we did that in the 80's, it was fun" so cruise we did, and listened to track 7 many many times eventually i had enough 4:30 am and i had to work i dropped her off at an alleyway she requested we shook hands and i went home, buzzin of coffee, to awake to sleep - Tuesday, June 16, 1998 at 17:07:35 (EDT) if you really really love me then you will buy something from The The and mail it to me, cuz i feel like a shmuk for not owning any at least follow that link and read how angry Matt Johnson is! - Tuesday, June 16, 1998 at 15:19:11 (EDT) the Gus says he got a visitor from Japan *grin* i have a feeling i know who that was - Tuesday, June 16, 1998 at 14:56:24 (EDT) this band is/was amazing back an eon ago Jesse Skullhead from Colorado and i used to rawk out to their '95 12 song demo a little clear tape that was hardly labeled their site is really old and outdated but i luved 'em, i can still sing the songs, even though i have not heard that tape in years and this is their friend bn... click that last link, trust me! - Tuesday, June 16, 1998 at 13:42:00 (EDT) |