March 7th, 2005


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sunday dungeons & dragons was cancelled & jenny was still in recovery from being sick. anyhow, she wasn't so bad off that she needed me around to take care of her, & she was in a mood where she wanted me to leave her alone, so i went into the city to meet up with ekat, who is also in the dog-house. we got grub at dojo's, then called out prospective s.o.'s to try to woo them into...some sort of better mood. hers was asleep & mine was jenny. then we got her camera (which died after about 4 photos) & walked to the east river. i found treasure along the way & consigned it to its depths. the magical east river. then we walked back towards her place, & sat down in the cafe we went to after chipotle, last sunday. more calls home, more nothing, more static. it wasn't that jenny was being a bad jenny, just that i couldn't convince her to come out (not that i really expected she would? i was just hopeful). in the cafe we decided we wanted to buy board games, but first we went to get katja some clam chowder. after that we bought sesame street uno cards, & mah jong. the latter can only be played with four people! then everyone was sad jenny wasn't there, even jeffrey, who finally woke up. i was locked out in the hallway for a dozen weeks! the i was let in, there was a fiasco involving italian delivery food, & eventually we played risk. but only after jenny admitted to missing me on the telephone! sometimes she is more affectionate over the phone than in person, & i get confused. anyhow, katja won risk by concession, & i headed home on the stupid local-only weekend trains. jenny kept saying i looked miserable. i don't know, i didn't feel all that bad, just sort of left out in the cold. i really miss the basic componants of being in a relationship. like, hugging, or kissing. i miss affection. i don't get that anymore & it hurts. ouch. but i keep up my cheerful demeanor. i'm coffee with sugar & no milk! dark, but not bitter. afterwords, we went to bed & read for a little while. & thats what i did for my summer vacation.

(p.s. we also rode a broken dolphin from the magical east river:

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he clutched at the heart, & held it up into the air, blood dripping down his wrist.

consider yourself murdered, if you've walked into this fucking bookstore today. fucking mongoloid pieces of shit. first, that mouth-breather who left those bookmarks for that retarded "so pink" came back in, acting a dumb-ass. no we never ordered that book, because it is clearly a piece of shit. also, we did review your resume: in summation, you did not fucking major in fashion design in high school, okay whore? you are a fucking broken piece of nearly-human. & i don't have all that great an opinion of full-on humans. no spouting hamlet bullshit here- those little clay people are in no way comperable to an angel in faculty or anything else. also, frizzy haired confused lady? fuck you! screaming into this bookstore acting like a fucking chicken with your head cut off. what is this, a fucking electrified rat-maze experiment? darting around like you've spent all day pressing the cocaine lever. you fucking whore, you fucking asinine cunt. ask your fucking question instead of acting like you've had a lobotomy. man, if you've come in the fucking door instead of holding it open, if you'd have come within arm's reach, i'd've taken your ugly face off your skull. oh, & you tiny armed, big headed asshole? coming in hear unable to pronounce the name of your book is only okay if you are a freshman in a classics class. like, okay, so you can't say that greek guys name, okay. BUT ITS IN FUCKING ENGLISH! take your nutsack out of your mouth long enough to learn the language. you weren't even russian or island! you're just a retard. no excuses! you are going into the same level of the phantom zone as that fucker with the cocked von dutch hat. you fucking worthless little bitches. i've scraped better things off the bottom of my shoe. you make me want to explode into violence. i constantly dream of your excruciatingly slow death.
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