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being the notoriously compulsive blog-stat-checker that i am, i found today that my archive pages have been accessed recently. so i thought i'd read some of my archived posts, just to see what them journal-readers are seeing. and gosh how i wish i could either erase, or re-edit them! funny thing, this journalling business. i spew out words at will and then forget that people. out there. can see them. and some of them are people whom i. know. and am still in constant. contact. with. the period after every word adds emphasis. to. the. seriousness. of. the. situation. well whatcha gonna do, eh? i reap what i sow, blah blah blah.

spent a good hour and a half on the phone with my beloved Babycakes last night. if any of you have read Armistead Maupin's Tales of the City you'll know what i'm talking about (except mine is a he and not Mona Ramsey). if you have never heard of Armistead Maupin's Tales of the City i suggest you run to the nearest bookstore and buy it right. this. instant. i first came across this wonderful series in the depths of the library of the school-in-the-middle-of-nowhere. bless that librarian queen bitch (can't remember his name but by Buddha did he have a tree up his ass). anyway we (me and Jules, not the librarian) had a long conversation about martini, clothes and Choo's, dyed panties and laundry. t'was the best one and a half hours i've wasted.

this post is boring me. so i'll just stop here. but before that, isn't Google Earth just the most amazing thing on the face of this earth ever? only thing is the satellite images of Liverpool are so blurry i won't be able to use them for my project like i planned. whatcha you gonna do, eh? blah blah.