why are there not enough hours in the day? i put away more stuff in the apartment. do you think that by the time i move out, i’ll have put all the stuff away? hard to say.
christine left me a phone message this morning – for some reason my last posting was up there twice, don’t know how it got copied, but she deleted one for me. she APOLOGIZED in her message for doing it and not telling me, which i find quite funny. so she’s taking care of me and APOLOGIZING for it. very funny.
the black pants i left at jerri’s are actually black sweats. i think i have three pairs of black sweats, and those are the nicest ones. except they’re kind of short. but they’re very very soft and they look kind of good, except for the too-shortness. plus while i was at their loft, they were covered in brooklyn’s white dog hair. which gave them extra texture.
there were gobs of things i wanted to accomplish today, and maybe i got some of them done, i don’t know, i’m too tired to remember. all i know for sure is that there were a bunch of things that i didn’t get to, and the weekend is quickly approaching and that looks kind of busy also and WHEN AM I GOING TO GET MY TAXES DONE?
first i have to start on them.
APRIL FIFTEENTH. COMING RIGHT UP.
in LA i went to one of my favorite stores, it’s called Shiva and it’s in Santa Monica, on the 3rd street promenade, and it’s one of the few independent stores left there. they have all kinds of groovy stuff, including jewelry, stuff to put on your table, lots of incense, lots of indian gods and stuff, tarot cards, clothing, jewelry, things to hang from the ceiling – it’s sort of like a really really classy penny lane, without the drug paraphanalia and the porn stuff. maybe it’s not really like penny lane at all.
anyway, i bought the HUGEST BOX of nag champa incense EVER. it’s huge, and it was really cheap because of buying it in bulk. i have enough nag champa to last me the REST OF MY LIFE, and half of it belongs to K. (kurt) but i still have tons of it. the thing is, i’m burning some now and it’s starting to get on my nerves.
not to mention all the great cd’s i bought at amoeba music – i haven’t listened to many of them, and i got tired of the ones i started to listen to. perhaps i don’t need to buy things anymore.
GET RID OF THINGS. that is a much much better idea.
i’m going to a dance on friday night and i was going to wear this cute black dress i have, but i CANNOT FIND IT.
i lose things all the time, true, but i don’t usually lose dresses.
oh well.
wednesday grace.