I wonder if Kim Gordon works out...

"...she's not in your history books, lost her mind & kept her looks..."

...dreamt last night that a semi-truck tumbled out of a hazy, cloudy (what else?) sky and crash!—landed on a house. The driver survived...splayed out on the livingroom floor. We suspected terrorism and put some ice on his spine; soon he was soon sitting up, feeling fine.
Jenni I'm taking good care of your cats and sampling all of your Chanel products and borrowing several cds and keeping an eye on the progress of the laundry on the line although it's still raining again still of course...
{SXX, how's sundance? ... have to tell u, can't staaaaaaand that nick broomfield...you? All my love to bobbie r.}

Season finale tonight of Six Feet Under.

Yes, still obsessed with S.Y.'s Murray Street. So many brilliant lyrics:



...dreamt last night that I brewed a large pot of coffee for some of my friends... an ambiguous group of people, some possibly relatives. And the coffee appeared way too strong at first, I didn't want to serve it up too potent. So I added more water to weaken it, and it became, instead of perfect, extremely too weak; a pale see-through brown. A nightmare... about my love for strong coffee and my fear of weak coffee—but it seems there is more going on here, too...

Good thing seb gave me On Dreams for my birthday.

Today I read this email in an from my mom:

"...Such a crazy little dog.
Well, its late... gotta wash the kitchen floor before I go to bed....its the plan, and I'm going to do it...yep,,,gotta do it, so I can wake up to a clean kitchen floor..."

...and so it's notable because I bought a mop about 2 months ago and it's been loping around the kitchen since, still in its plastic wrapper unused, yet. But every morning I wake up and tiptoe into the kitchen and think to the mop 'will today be the day?':