marc woke up my sweet, lazy ass early on saturday. you wouldn't believe how warm and fleshy and perfect i feel on saturday mornings. youth! yay! also, blame the desert sun. we sat in bed john and yoko style, with tangled legs and dirty breath. but, whatever. we're cute and fucked like every couple. gag me.
the "lessssssbian" store. the well-behaved women rarely make history phrase was on over 15 separate products, to say the least.
also. my favorite item was the "new and improved" alphabet list poster. like, you know, "a" is for apple, "b" is for bumblebee, etc. except this list had "a" is for Aborigine, "b" is for better health care. as if the normal alphabet poster weren't completely P.C. already. look, lesbian hemp store, unless my pre-school teacher had known the alternate definition to zebra, i saw no reason to make this. "x" is for XXY-syndrome! :( sad thinking time :(
my grandma's a weaver. my mom's a weaver. i've yet to fulfill my destiny. add it to the cosmic things to do list!
alcatraces.
we got back into albuquerque before 5 and none too soon. santa fe is like a 1950s documentary about mental illness. you think you're going to get whatever their "disease" is by close proximity and of course, the "disease" is the completely out of their mind rich housewife or culturally retarded european tourist. seriously, somebody explain to them an $800 turquoise ring will not give them their youth or checkoslovakia back. and since we're back on topic of youth, yeah my body was still smooth and perfect. i'll be reading this in 10 years and sobbing.
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