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Ok so tonight at Ooze:

I now have a big time fetish for potatoes. Oh my.

At certain points during the night I found myself caustically cynical. But not for long, a minute and a half at most. Then laughing. Then wondering what have I done? Wait did I really say that out loud? Back home here, under a scalding hot shower, washing these stupid spikes out of my hair, I arrange thoughts into patterns I hadn’t seen before, and I wonder oh fuck what have I done, what have I made, what have I thrown away and what will I do with what I have left? It’s all so goddamn tragic and that’s all we really look for, because it makes for such a better story than anything else.

And that’s all we’re ever after, really. A good story.

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Yesterday was Friday, which I had off work but the Post Office didn’t, which seemed really weird because my work is quite stingy with the days off (no Veteran’s Day, no M.L.King Day, no Columbus Day) so if I ever don’t have to go to work I expect no one else has to, either. So I went to the post office and mailed off the present for Hideki & Arlene’s incoming (well I suppose, technically, it would be outcoming) baby, my god this present is SO cute. It’s a baby-sized kimono, folded into a tight little rectangle and packaged in a take-out sushi box, you know, black plastic with a transparent lid. Cutest. Thing. Ever.

Then I bought several hundred popsicle sticks and some Elmer’s glue and went to Lena’s house to build a trebuchet. I’m not done with it yet, I still have to figure out how to mount the counterweight, and the missle-holding mechanism will be tricky. But when it is finished I will conquer the world.

Now pay attention, double-oh seven.

I went to Annabelle’s apartment at 3:00, tried on a few evening gowns and found one truly fabulous. Then we went to see the new James Bond movie. Die Another Day is the flashiest, most cartooney Bond film I’ve ever seen, stunts and sets and props just way out there past credulity. Thumbs Up: Her Majesty’s Surfing Secret Service, swordfighting, Dueling Supercars On Ice. Thumbs Down: the Madonna theme song, tepid villains, Moneypenny cybersex.
And one more thing: there’s no way Mr. Blonde would let the North Koreans walk all over us, he’d just cut off Kim Jong-il’s ear and be done with it.

Home now. Spending a night in, reading (By The Sword, Richard Cohen) and going to bed soon. Waking up at 7:00am for a photoshoot with Tiffany. She says it’s going to be "J. Crew-ish". Whoa boy.