doing almost everything in a kind-of sort-of style. - - - maybe i am currently... listening to: iron and wine the sea and the rhythm obsessed with: one year and sixteen days from today. looking at: letters making words making sentences making stories. flirting with: success. wanting to: just fucking do it and stop pussyfooting around. - - - pretty pictures - - - archives july 2004 june 2004 may 2004 april 2004 march 2004 february 2004 january 2004 december 2003 november 2003 october 2003 september 2003 august 2003 july 2003 june 2003 may 2003 april 2003 march 2003 february 2003 january 2003 december 2002 november 2002 october 2002 september 2002 august 2002 july 2002 june 2002 may 2002 april 2002 march 2002 february 2002 january 2002 december 2001 august 2001 july 2001 june 2001 may 2001 april 2001 march 2001 coygirl archives - - - other junk buy me stuff. tell me stuff. mirror me stuff. blog me stuff. - - - need more, want less? gimme your email: powered by notifylist.com - - - i made this for you so you can link to me because i love you when you love me and etc. - - - elsewhere alan richard ben boingboing bryan denise claudia greg robert doctorow dakota daniel douglas megan josh van halfempty anonny emory ted jennifer laurel katie keith kottke justin lisey maura nick nedia jason peter pippa kristen rebecca cory charles albie tammy toadboy thomas andre gregory lauren matty opus ---

6.27.2001 - link i got a civil citation yesterday as a result of those big brother spy cameras that take photographs of your car and your car's license plate when you pass through an intersection at an unsavory time. the unsavory time in question for me was during a red light. you know, sometimes a person isn't passing through a red lighted intersection maliciously. sometimes a person is on her way to an interview for a job she really hopes to get and she's a little flustered and furthermore a little lost and she can't see street signs or street lights for that matter because the sun is blaring in her eyes and so while she normally stops at every red light...in fact, almost every yellow light, even...this time she accidentally didn't and now she owes montgomery county maryland $75. it hardly seems fair, but then, few things do these days. - - - 6.24.2001 - link i am 25 years old. i am in relatively good health. i've had a couple of issues in the past two years, but generally speaking i am not falling apart. however, i just took 7 pills, 5 of which are prescription. later today i will take 4 more prescription pills. now i have to wonder, are the pills putting me back together or are they keeping me from falling apart completely? furthermore, when i am 75, how many pills am i going to have to take just to be well? yikes. - - - 6.21.2001 - link this site is better when read through the perv-o-matic eyes of this handy little tool. - - - 6.20.2001 - link --- Message (#21) to Chewtoy at 15:08 --- -i am singular. *** Message (#23) from Chewtoy at 15:08 *** >are you liking being singular? --- Message (#22) to Chewtoy at 15:08 --- -i am also "playing the field" *** Message (#25) from Chewtoy at 15:08 *** >Hee. That sounds appealing to me, sometimes. --- Message (#24) to Chewtoy at 15:08 --- -sure. it's ok. but i'd like to get laid a whole lot more. --- Message (#26) to Chewtoy at 15:09 --- -i go on dates. i exchange pleasantries. i go home. -singular = sexual frustration - - - 6.16.2001 - link i'm not sure if it's ironic or appropriate or probably more likely appropriately ironic that this song makes me almost cry every time i hear it performed live. it used to be that i was scared of happiness it was such a stranger that it made me a little nervous and i thought that sadness was my one true friend and i thought that happiness was just something that would end but i'm gonna let it lift me up in its tender hands i'm gonna let it rock me off to sleep i'm gonna let it kiss my forehead when i'm down and out i'm gonna let it do what it will with me addendum: i am obsessed with gloria deluxe right now so i have nothing to report because i'm stuck in front of my computer listening to their cd hooker on repeat and sometimes laughing and sometimes smirking and sometimes crying and always relating. - link my enemies are all too familiar...they're the ones who used to call me friend. you're all alone, you're on your own, you're all alone, you're on your own. - - - 6.12.2001 - link when you go up an escalator, do you walk or ride? i think this is important. - - - 6.7.2001 - link overheard "i am so lazy." "yeah? i'm pretty lazy, too." "no, i am so lazy i use nutrasweet instead of sugar because sugar takes so much effort to dissolve and nutrasweet dissolves without almost no effort on my part." "yeah, that's pretty fucking lazy." - - - 6.1.2001 - link today is the big day. here are my rules for the next 7 days: - do not sleep in the same bed with another person - do not sit next to another person in a movie theatre - do not take a trip requiring more than one hour of travel time while sitting next to another person, such as planes, trains and automobiles - do not make any contact with pregnant women and/or children - avoid kissing and sexual intercourse - use disposable kitchen items such as forks, spoons, knives, plates and glasses - flush toilets twice after using them - bathe and shower frequently - do not prepare food for others - if vomiting occurs within the first 4 hours after discharge, contact a physician for the next week, and perhaps longer if we end up liking it, please call me Radioactive Isolated Lonely Girl. and if there's any confusion as to who you are referring to, just look for the girl who is glowing neon green. the good news is that there's at least one person out there who has agreed to hang out with me even without a tin foil protective suit. i'll be writing his memoirs once he's contaminated and dead. now, let's see if my inept hospital staff can find the bloodwork i had done yesterday so that i can actually get this damned treatment administered. side note: quiero frijoles verde, por favor. addendum: exhibit a exhibit b exhibit c exhibit d - - -