1/28: "He's a bridge between the worlds!"

-Plans to cover Biggie's "Party and Bullshit."

1/26: "Uncomfortable in a good way."

-I found two amazing items at Nobody's Baby, neither of which I could quite bring myself to spend money on:  a black velveteen smoking jacket with a silk frog clasp, which would mean I would have to keep smoking, and a strawberry blonde 80's mall hair drag queen wig, which would go up in flames if I wore it while smoking.  You just can't win, even with the best threads ever.

-I watched the first half of The Ice Storm which wasn't nearly as cool as I remember hearing it was; but then, I was very young.  But now I'm drinking a cup of basil tea with lemon and honey, feeling fucking cozy as all hell.

1/19: "It feels so good to walk!"

-After a weird day of seeing the Springfield MLK Day event at the middle school (photographs to come) and getting in a weird fight with my mom about how she is still calling me "she" and "Rose" with total impunity and having a sore throat on top of all that, Katie and Lucas came over and had cheesecake and tea.  I felt like a real proper host in a way I haven't in a long time.  But yes, this was a really strange day.  I think I'm feeling like I need to leave town (or at least leave Kincaid St.) in a way I hoped I wouldn't until mid-Feb.  But enough moping!  The cheesecake was great, as was the conversation, and the finding a cat outside.  I decided I'll have to make another cheesecake soon.  Anyone interested in joining me, for the making or the eating?

1/16: "J-----'s screenname is 'Locofourloko.'" (i.e. enough time for hyperlinks.)

-Last night I went to see Dragging an Ox Through Water, a local one man band I've liked since mid-high school and haven't seen since then.  As a matter of fact, the first house show I ever went to was Brian's other band, Cheveron, at a somewhat legendary Eugene house venue called My House, run by Marc Moscato, who later got me a job at Microcosm; but that is neither here nor there.  In addition to playing a quietly awesome set and being totally down with my "I was a big fan of yours in high school and you know my friend Barton" spiel while I was buying a 7", Brian Mumford is also exactly how I want to (and expect to) look like once I go on testosterone.  The headlining band, though, was called Firetruck:  the lead singer/keyboardist was a guy I thought was cute in 9th grade, and they sounded like Le Tigre with boys.  I danced really hard with a lot of ex-The United People's Art Club kids from that era, did the David Archer patented Wuthering Heights dance, and dropped it like it was hot probably a little too often.

-I then did some deep hanging out with some good old friends; we all rolled deep to an alleged party at someone's parent's house out Spring Blvd., but it ended up just being a bunch of high school kids who took our beers.  So then we went back downtown to a party in a cement basement with all the walls and floors and ceiling covered in carpet.  Everyone was smoking and drinking and laughing and throwing bottle caps at each other, and it seemed like Pinocchio had dragged a bunch of hipsters into the whale's belly with him.  Nick also suggested that we should form a band to play my songs, which I hope wasn't just a drunken threat.

1/13: "This is Yolanda."

-I got to work late because I spent an extra thirty minutes listening to the birdsongs and feeling wholesome.

-Cute boys keep facebooking me, and I'm a tween girl, and it makes my day.

1/11: "I was able to perform an appendectomy at age 14."

-Sometimes, when I have time alone with the dear internet, I make a habit of ferreting out weird things that cheesy gay celebrities have done. Like this clip of Neil Patrick Harris on Sesame Street wearing fairy wings and singing about all the different types of shoes. Truly the remains of a gay.

1/5: "JE-sus CHRIST!"

-I hung a photo exhibit about family diversity with my boss in a Methodist church in Junction City. My boss is a very feisty lady, a self-described "brazen hussy", and rather skeptical and flippant about Christians in general. As we were loudly pounding nails into the wooden foyer of this church, an old man came in from the office and, seeing that we were putting up photos, said "I thought I heard some hanging around here!" Sall said, "Yeah, and not the bad kind!" She also loudly said "JE-sus CHRIST!" and later asked me about the political difference between myspace and facebook.