space-oddity's Diaryland Diary

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roman polanski

the lady downstairs has her singing group over tonight.
i think the hymns are meant to be uplifting, so why do they all sound so melancholy through my walls?

anywho, it's all very creepy.
a group of elderly neighbor people singing and chanting.
very rosemary's baby-ish.
it even smells funny on my stairwell.

later i'll be having sex with the devil.

in addition.
january 14, 2002
1.09 a.m.

sometimes i take the old magazines from the store (ya know, the ones with the ripped off covers. the ones you pull off the shelves 'cos they're expired and are not for sale), so tonight i was going through an old premiere magazine, and i came across a wes anderson article.
nine stories about wes anderson.
and
now,
i must say . .

i am in love with this man.

so much character & detail & talent & wit
& & &
&
so many suits with buttons too high and sleeves too short.

he's almost too brilliant.

7:25 pm - Sunday, Jan. 13, 2002

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