bethb's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- all filler, no editing mary timony is nice. like "old friends on the phone" nice. i like it when people are nice. also at fort reno (where it didn't rain, even though weather reports were red and scary and the word 'hail' was bandied about) it was actually unbuggy and pleasant. also, yesterday i scraped an entire wall of wallpaper out of my bedroom. it went pretty well i think. chris wants me to save a piece and frame it "a la uncle jesse from full house". i might do that for ryan. he used to live in that room for four years and i think it's going to make him a little sad that it's gone. i, however, am looking forward to a fresh start. and fresh wall coverings. the warehouse had a party last night for friends and family and i was a little worried that it was going to be a "hey, thanks for coming and helping us out- we're folding". which was luckily not the case. and the married was there. i walked in looking for paul so i could give him his friend's ultraman dvd back and walked right by E. (the married) ended up talking with him and molly rupert whom i love. she's seriously one of the best people i've ever met in my life. then molly was called away and there were a few awkward pauses, but it dissolved. apparently he was excited to tell me that will farrel is playing ignatious in a movie version of confederacy of dunces. which is my favorite book, and he remembered that. also his email is fucked up and he was trying to explain folders and hard drives and all this shit that i don't understand and he was kinda lit and when he's drunk he slows down. which is the opposite of me. it's pretty bad. this infatuation. i'm glad i saw him last night. i'm especially glad that he mentioned his doctor and i asked if her first name was alice and he said "yeeeeeeeah" kinda wary and i was hopping up and down because that's who i went to when i had that ridiculous case of poison ivy in may 2003 and i haven't been able to find her again. which is a whole nother story about trying to find one single solitary internist in a building full of doctors and you've just puked up blood. but i digress.... yeah. i hate the fact that i absolutely love talking to him. 7:57 a.m. - 2004-07-13 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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