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[06 Nov 2009|10:21pm] |
I'm sitting in Dubai airport, after a hellish day dealing with Emirates flight staff (weather delay caused me to miss two connection flights) and crashing early at a hotel. It's been an emotional two days, to say the least. I'm really sad about leaving Sri Lanka. I was weepy all day Thursday; I cried an embarrassing amount at the office. And couple that emotional fragility with travel woes, and yesterday was pretty exhausting.
I'll post a more thoughtful entry about my last days in Colombo when I get more time. Until then, I'm going to France! It's hard to be both sad and excited at the same time, but that's how I'm feeling right now. I'm just sooo sentimental...
Okay, time to board the plane!
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[30 Oct 2009|08:13am] |
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Dying a little as we speak
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[26 Oct 2009|11:02pm] |
today I played six games of Boggle and two games of bingo with my kids at school.
I got breakfast by myself at Perly's, which was cheap and awesome.
Afterwards scored ten 90-minute blank cassette tapes and six pairs of vintage sunglasses for $5.00. I always strive to find a good pair of aviators at thrift stores, gas stations, truck stops,
pretty much any place where I end up that has a spinning rack of shades. None of them ever fit my gigantic head in an appropriate proportion
OR they're absurdly large late-period Elvis glasses that are too ridiculous to wear,
but let me tell you this,
I was sifting through assorted dusty leather sunglass cases at Love of Jesus, and literally dozens
of them opened like mystical clams revealing the mirror lensed pearls of fine fine, sturdy metallic aviator sunglasses. It was thrilling, not really any duds in the halfdozen I picked out at 50 cents a pop. licking my own asshole.
really mellow
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[26 Oct 2009|06:53pm] |
I spent the last week working on a project. I finished it. I was very pleased with myself. I don't finish a lot of projects, but I finished this one. It's really not much to be proud of, but I'm taking baby steps.
The project? I made a life sized stencil of Lloyd Dobler, that cheesy scene from Say Anything, holding his boombox, pouring his heart out. I made it on these huge boards I dumpstered. The whole thing was probably about eight feet when propped up. I left it outside his bedroom window with the assistance of his roommate, who just so happens to be my best friend. From there I waited. Waited for a text. A call. Maybe a thank you? Or go fuck yourself? Anything?
I know that it's creepy. And I wasn't sure how it would be received. It was nice to feel inspired enough to work hard and get shit done for once. I haven't felt this way in so long. I'm trying to keep up the good work, do it for myself. Life is scary, and no one is going to hold my hand.
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