space-oddity's Diaryland Diary

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the mgmt.

i'm enjoying this whole i-don't-have-much-time-to-spend-with-myself thing, but i'm starting to feel a little strange.
yes, i start to freak out when i get too many little piles of random miscellaneous crap on my floor or when the back seat of my car starts to get a little too crowded. i need to do laundry.
i need to do laundry
like bad.
i don't know what i used to do by myself for hours at a time,
but whatever it was,
i'm feeling a bit funny without it.
feeling a bit funny
like bad.

i'm sorry. i'm really not making much sense.
it is late.
so late the birds are chirping.

mark has started up a movie diary. a killer idea - something we have talked about in the past. we're thinking of making it a joint effort very soon. please check it out in a few weeks. we're going to be the ebert & roeper (spelling? i'm too lazy to look up that ass pirate's name) of diaryland, except i'm not a rollypolly that used to be gene siskel's bitch, and mark most certainly is not, and will never be, an
ass pirate.
i think clay will also be contributing some to this page. imagine a clay's corner, if you will.
oh, and feel free to completely disagree with any of our opinions. i'll be looking for some major heat in our guestbook.

mind you, this is only tentative for the time being.

and so is the pulp page clay and i have been discussing,
a sort of he-said-she-said set up with our different takes on pulp songs and all things pulp in general.

yeah, i do a lot of talking and not a lot of doing.

we'll see.

4:29 am - Saturday, Apr. 20, 2002

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