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.old. .new. .guestbook. .notes. .email.
.profile. .diaryland. .song. .story. .things. .records. .rings. .site. open the doors to my trust fund 2005-08-05 12:44 am The payoff of a framed picture hardly compensates the massive frustration involved in getting it to stay on the wall. Tonight was the night I would carbon copy if I could. Spent time sorting old rough drafts, then walked two blocks down to Skylight where Francesca Lia Block read and signed. Ran into two friends. Hung around staring at independent magazines. Skipped across the street to Fred 62 [the veritable Culture Slut] and had milkshakes and a ham sandwich. Waltzed home. Sniffed the air quite a bit. Now if only it weren't so hot in here.
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