January 19, 2004

11:19 a.m.


gluttony is not gluteus maximus

food...ugh...i may be cured forever of that old sin, if the memory of this weekend's food stays with me. maybe now i'll only ever dine on celery sticks and baby carrots...ha, right. three nights in a row...it's even too disgusting to think about.

everything in excess will make you sick. i relinquish old habits and replace them with...yeah. i don't know. a stick in the mud. bleh. i stick my tongue out at it.

plush pillows, oversize bathrobes, ergonomically designed bathtubs, and clear shower doors; ice bucket romance, mood lighting, toilet telephones, ice; closets, resonance and wine glasses, "russian" hats, and revolving doors. people seem like big fans of lists. and no one can refute them anyways. suds. oh yeah.

things are seeming very retro nowadays. or perhaps it's just a feeling. ah...stalling, stalling, not stalin. istanbul not constantinople.

liz! birthday buddy! are we adults yet?

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