Thursday, October 19th, 2000
| Jen was complaining today about yesterday's pictures. "Of course, there was like 10 of you and 1 of me," she said. So jen, honey, this one is all for you. And isn't it about time we let the whole world know what's really been going on between us? Love like ours burns so bright that you can't hide that kind of flame for long. Let's jut be amazed that we managed to conceal it so well for so long. I just didn't want to put your picture up because I was afraid everyone would know what was going on. But I'm afraid no more, Jen. You've taught me that it's okay to be in touch with your feelings, that it's okay to cry, that it's okay to laugh at and kick and bite those different from us. So thanks Jen. |
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Anyway, back here in reality, I'm sort of wishing I hadn't put this picture
in the background, because it's really obscuring the text. So now
i have to use these annoying table. The lengths I go to for a joke.
By the way, the picture you see here wasn't used yesterday because I didn't like how I looked in it, even though it was probably the best rendering of Jen. I'd like to say that's not typical behavior. And I will. But I'm lying. |
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I pulled the old 1-2 punch today at work. For the first time, I went to both jobs today. Nothing at all was brewing at the magazine. I basically showed up, had some pizza, sat around, moved a few boxes, made some phone calls, and left. I also got some free sunglasses left over from a fashion shoot. Anyway, so i decided to try and be productive, so I i trekked up to 64th st to my job with the Department of Parks and Recreation. And i wrote a swell paragraph on the Littleleaf Linden tree. Jen was mocking me in front of bosslady Kate yesterday for my recent interest in botany. And now the payoff is that I'm Tree Guy. But it's cool. I don't like calling people for information on individuals or historical facts. I'd just rather write about how tolerant the Littleleaf Linden is to harsh soil conditions. |
| I had a lot more to say, but I can't remember it now. Which is just as well. I wasn't feeling too into it with this silly background anyway. Jed and I went down to Great Lakes, and he was spinngin off all these gems, but I can't remember any of them except his tale which started "Did I ever tell you about the family of retarded people who used to do yard work for us?" But that's a long story. And I gotta go to bed. I need to be at work promptly, to meet with the Parks Commissioner. And get my new Parks name. |
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