bethb's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- boys- who need's 'em....evidently, me. boys boys boys boys boys boys boys. Boys? boys! Boys boys boys. oh, why do i want one so badly if they're so flat out confusing. yeah. le welder chaud and i are the only ones at work today. i can see his truck from the window. c'mon. someone, anyone, gimmie some kinda excuse to go over and talk to him....some kind of welding emergency. last night was fun. went over to ann's and then she and heidi and clark and i went to Decatur Blue for the closing night of a gallery show (it's a studio when it's not showing art) some paintings were nice. not terribly involving, but nice colors and technique. kinda max ernst-ish whom i like. but then there were these photos some girl took at her grandmothers funeral, and that was just creepy. like she was selling out her grandma to make 200 bucks you know? and the cesarian section photos were-uh....vivid. Qui Vicino played...johana and hillary are just amazing. so intuitive to each other. then we went to the black cat and got drunk. the metro was magically open 'til three am. because of the stupid inauguration. i didn't go to the innauguration. i made sure that i was thriftshopping in maryland whilest that idiot hole was being sworn in. i think i made a new friend last night. clark was funny and nice. and i threw snow at him and he didn't throw any back. he thought it was kids from above the escalator platform. and i think i made him hold the quarters that i recieved as change from the metro card machine because they were really warm. i dunno. it's all kinda fuzzy. he offered to wait with me, but i told him i'd be fine. his band is playing against ann and ryan's on monday. they have this funny faux rivalry going on. motorcycle wars (clark's band) vs. the dead teenagers (ann and ryan and eric denno's band) i'm rooting for the dead teenagers. ok, something else about this inauguration, fuck this texas shit. if i see one more boufanted bottle blonde poured into some nasty sausage-casing dress, i'm breaking out my seam ripper. *and* i'm just gonna flat-out start doling out the fashion advice. like last night on the metro, this man was wearing a black tuxdeo and BROWN LOAFERS! and not just *any* brown loafers, but those horrible nasty kind with the TASSELS! i wanted *sooooooo* badly to go up to him and say 'darling....your shoes.....what are you, 45? it's time for some big boy black lace-up shoes. you can do it. you have it in you. i'm sure'. here's to 4 years of bad fashion and even worse politics. alright. gotta go put my office back in order. in absolute silence. yeah. that's gonna last. xoxo beth b. 19:39:30 - 2001-01-21 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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