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by angeliska on October 29, 2003
Curses! I am not comprehending exactly how I could have become so disgustingly ill right before so many enjoyable past-times have been planned. I cannot enjoy my halloween candy, or any other form of pleasant debauchery, for that matter. I (…)
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by angeliska on October 23, 2003
I’m in a filthy, filthy mood. Hackles up in full flower, my latent misanthropy is at an all-time high. The only thing I really want to do right now is sit on someone’s chest and punch them in the face (…)
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by angeliska on October 20, 2003
Tired strings slung together a bag of bones on its back and no way, no how- possibly never. This is when, exactly when: The three am hour when my head starts to crumble just a little bit, before the dreams (…)
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by angeliska on October 17, 2003
No, really. If you do not come to my garage sale tomorrow, I will be really perturbed, and probably beat you up. I have enormous piles of fantastically good stuff. You know you want it. 807 Esplanade (corner of Bourbon) (…)
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by angeliska on October 14, 2003
Only these things: I saw Cremaster 3 a few days ago, enjoyed very much the Masonic allegory, and as I also have a crush on the Chrysler building it was a bit terrifying seeing it so manhandled and turned into (…)
home again, home again – jiggety-jig.
by angeliska on October 4, 2003
ah, hullo. yes and then after our first aeroplane from amsterdam was dubbed defective we had to wait for a new one which took an hour or so putting us behind so much that after the clustered chaos of customs (…)
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by angeliska on October 2, 2003
And when Rome falls, falls the world.. Yes indeed, shortly after arriving in Roma I was taken hostage by a particularly nasty strain of influenza which reduced me to a heaving, snotty mess on the bathroom floor for about 24 (…)