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TALES OF AN ORANGEPEELER

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05.17.05, tuesday night

. . . there comes a point in your day when you forget even your name . . . man, everytime i go into berkeley, i run into someone from my past; their faces float past me attached to little bubbles filled with questions i don't want to answer . . . today i thought, i'm sleepwalkin' to work . . . i read junk at work because the smart stuff takes me three hours to finish, it's that kind of work. now i know that kylie minogue has early-stage breast cancer and i'm worried for her . . . i biked around the lake during lunch . . . then i went to in-n-out with elka, animal-style. <333 . . . what am i waitin' for?!?! . . . tomorrow: letters, owls, housecleaning (!!!), a home-sauteed meal, books, my novel, returned phone calls (!!!), putting plans into action, (jimmy, my jimmy, oh a continent and an ocean between us! i don't miss you yet but i will miss you soon!!! XOXOXO) . . .







The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea
    In a beautiful pea green boat,
They took some honey, and plenty of money,
    Wrapped up in a five pound note.
The Owl looked up to the stars above,
    And sang to a small guitar,
'O lovely Pussy! O Pussy my love,
      What a beautiful Pussy you are,
          You are,
          You are!
What a beautiful Pussy you are!'

 
from "The Owl and the Pussy Cat" by Edward Lear




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