bethb's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- rubberbands sting like a son of a bitch So....ok, Baltimore. Yeah. Baltimore. I drove up there today to go check out these books and book binding methods and held a 500 DOLLAR tennesse williams book in my fucking hands. 500 dollars. for a book. 5.0.0. d.o.l.l.a.r.s. but the guy who ran the store(?) was nice and there was a spiral staircase so grand and glorious and wrought iron and brass and curly and swirly and spiral that i could have sat there looking at it all day.no lie. all day. but the man was so very very helpful, although it still dumfounds me that there are pieces of literature from 1635 at this place, yet i've lived with people who couldn't live with my fiesta dishware and not break them to bits. And speaking of being broken to bits, the place where this store was located is in the section of baltimore that poe (as in Edgar allen) used to live. So, of course we drove by his house, but not before driving past *allllll* of the boarded up buildings and the brown pick up truck with tennesse plates that was beaten within an inch of it's life. front wind shield, rear window, side window smashed. Doors wrenched open, inside torn-the-fuck-up. and this was all around noon and i was actually a little scared. no, i was more than a little scared. i didn't roll down the windows. i turned up the A/C. Not as in D/C. Then we went to fell's point to do a little rekkid shoppin'. Got the new Oswego e.p. actually, the only oswego e.p. Oswego, i will miss ye. The new(ish) engine down that i've been unable to find until now, but i think i was looking in the wrong section, and...oh, something else....OH! The new tortoise on vinyl. Always get tortoise on vinyl. aaaaand....oh, a replacement copy of repeater, since i can't find mine. Also, i had the biggest hankering for Limeade today. went to the grocery store- no limeade. none. Ended up getting the iced-tea/lemonade combo thing.yeah, i know i could have made some limeade with lime juice and sugar but you know what, sometimes a gal just wants it concentrated, knamean? OH! also, biggest coup of the day (ok, not really, but anyway...) called bonne bell. they have my discontinued lipgloss. bought 5 tubes. yeah. this is what i think about when my boss is out of the office. lip gloss. I guess it will all add up because i've got to drive down to williamsburg virginaia and pick up a fucking couch. well, not a _fucking_couch. but some damn couch he stumbled upon, and granted it is a good price and...oh you know what, this involves work stuff. if you want to hear about this sofa and why we need it because our director doesn't understand period furniture, you can tell me and i'll let it all fly here. but it's not terribly exciting. also- my haircut? feh. it's poofy. Evidently, i have a 'low hair line'. which i guess i kinda suspected, but the stylist told me that the way my bangs *should* fall is waaaaaaaaay back on my head, and that will keep hair out of my eyes. and she's right. it does. now i have nothing to hide my face behind. this is not a good thing. i do think this hair cut will be rocking in about a month. see you then. 6:15 p.m. - 2001-05-02 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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