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Tuesday, September 20, 2005

We miss you, baby
The other day, the cat that I'd allowed to become obese when my housemates were gone this summer escaped from the yard. He landed two yards down, and couldn't figure out how to maneuver his bulk back over the fence he'd jumped to get in. According to eye-witness reports, he spent the day rolling in the dirt and crying piteously, also sometimes sticking his still-slender paw through the fence, trying to get at the food my housemates were using to lure him out. The food was seaweed, nori, because the cat is weird. Somewhere in all of this, there is a parable that I could apply to my own life, but I've been able to put it out of my mind.
Did I tell you? I think I told the other internet. Anyway, my roller derby name is (obviously [natch {duh }]) Frenzy Lohan. Tonight when I went to practice, I found that it had been added to the sign-in sheet as Frenzy Cohan. At the time, I corrected it, but now I think I may have been wrong to do so.
In other news of the inconsequential, a man came into the beauty parlor today, and with him he bore a child. The little boy was strapped into the center of a stroller that was as long as a man is tall, with great rubber tires like those of a tractor. There were stair difficulties, and door difficulties. It seemed to me that any convenience that the stroller afforded was wiped out completely by its size and lack of maneuverability, but I suppose one could live in it in a pinch.
New Orleans!
Sorry. One track mind, when convenient. I am shameless.
My permanent blister is acting up, and my permanent hip bruise has been reinforced once again. They are teaching us good ways to fall, but I just keep freestylin'.
Tomorrow is my five monthiversary with my boyfriend, and you gagged just now as you read that, but get bent, internet. Maybe you have five-months like this every damn day, but some of us are still puzzled and happy. You just never know, you know? I'm sorry I told you to get bent. That was uncalled for, on this, a glorious occasion. I hope you can forgive me. I don't mind what you do.
If you'll excuse me, I have to retire now, because early tomorrow morning, I am meeting with an employment agency recruiter, so that we may both waste our time.

posted by Frenzy Lohan | 9/20/2005 12:44:00 AM
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