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POOS POOS POOS! i'm 9. POOS! POOS! POOS!

it's a fact....

1. i love maps. i think they're beautiful. i could never do cartography because i am not precise. it is not in my blood. fuck, i can barely figure out a map half the time, but i do like to look at them.

2. i love church bazarrs. i do. it's sick. i love their unabashed wholesomeness. their crochetted toilet paper cozies and bernice and sally wearing their hand-made festive holiday vests hawking their frozen gooey brownies stale and wrapped in celophane. i love it all. i do i do, god help my punk ass, i do. and if anyone wanted to go to one with me this weekend, i would not object.

3. i hate my boss. i do i do i do. i hate having to do his job. i really love my job- aspects of it, but right now i hate my boss. he has NO inner monologe. none. at. all. so the only way that he can properly think things out is to talk and talk and talk and talk and talk at you. and talk at you and talk at you. and talk at you. and did i mention talk at you? i can only sit still for so long. i seriously have the attention span of a 9 year old boy.i need to do stuff. even if it's just stain the bookshelves for my office, i just need to do something. anything. thank you.

4. one of my pet peeves is people who name their animals after shakespearean characters. i don't know why, i just hate it. i understand why 'flavius', for example, would make an incredibly appropriate name for a dog, but noone would ever name their dog after poor flavius. but for the love of god, enough with the portia's, the falstaffs and fortinbrah's. i've had it.

hahahahahah i just spelled 'poor'-'poos'

poos poos poos poos poos poos poos poos poos poos poos poos

poos poos poos poos poos poos poos poos poos poos poos poos

poos poos poos poos

poos poos poos poos poos poos poos poos

poos poos poos

poos

thank you.

man, i really am a 9 year old boy.

5. my assignment for anyone who reads this, is to cozy up with their copy of Seam's 'are you driving me crazy?' and get especially close with 'haole redux' (that would be track 6) trust me. you'll be glad you did. i think seam is one of the most perfect bands created. ever. so take that.

and don't try to tell me different. i won't listen. i'm 9.

xoxo

beth b.

PS. POOS! POOS! POOS!run around and yell 'poos'. and when someone asks you what the fuck you're doing, tell 'em i told you to. but then don't call me when they wrap you up.

but you could call me, because i am a sell-out. or rather a cell-out. yeah. i gotta fucking phone. and i hate it. i have to call randy because i don't even know the damn number and he has caller id.

later

23:25:41 - 2000-11-29

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