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am reading remixes and it's rainy out and i'm pleased. soon i'll have to go to work, but for the moment, i am a happy little clam.

i was all set to write some thoughts about the remixes i'm reading but then i thought maybe i should save all that for after the authors are revealed. yes, so i guess i will.

i'm still in love with mine, though. yesyes.

erk. a week from today, i start working long days in the exhibition hall at GA. i'll do that through the weekend, ending on monday the 30th. we move on tuesday the 1st. so. really, all but the very last bits of packing need to be finished a week from now. oh god. I HATE PACKING. but we're doing pretty well. the living room is almost entirely packed, just some stuff on the walls, the curtains, the tv, stereo etc. the bedroom is half done. the kitchen is now about half done. the spare room is done and full of boxes of stuff from the other rooms. we haven't started in here, the study. bleh. i just want to snap my fingers and have all the stuff that's here suddenly appear in our noho apartment. yes, that would be lovely. anyone know a good 'move all one's crap instantly' spell?

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ick. when heading into the subway station, i saw these two people standing on the landing. the woman had her back to the wall and the man was all in her face. he was holding her by the wrist. she was almost crying and kept saying, 'get off me. please just get off me.' and of course i got all panicky and freaked out about what to do. i went the rest of the way down the stairs and told the woman in the booth who said she'd call security. but grrr! tons of other people saw this and no one did or said anything. i kept waiting for the people in front of me at the booth to say something. but no. even while they looked back over their shoulders at the people on the landing. wtf? i can't wait to get the hell out of this city.

hmph. off to the grocery store.

neither here nor there

ugh. this is someone's idea of a fun way to make me sorry for every time i've ever said that i like rainy days. i did. i do. but enough is ENOUGH!

yeah, today i discovered that if i wear a certain pair of shoes with a certain pair of pants on a very rainy day, i get dirty water all over the backs of my thighs and butt. this is not appreciated. also not attractive, as far as i can tell.

i notice i have a few new lj friends. bowdlerized, laura_nh and pixie_alice - what brings you 'round these parts?

i'm thinking i need a wee drabble fest or something soon. i keep wanting to write and just not getting started. i need to just start moving, you know, get in gear or something. yeah, anyway. thinking about it.

michael, one of the homeless men who hang around boston common, calls me 'sis' a lot. i like it. hm. there was a guy who played guitar on the street in noho who used to call me 'red.' that was when my hair was red. i liked that too, since it had only been red a little while, it was fun. but 'sis' is so friendly. makes me smile. and, you know, give him money. which is probably the point.