"i'm waiting for a chance to jumponoutof/your little boy world."

bryce sent me a big bunch of mix cds (and otherwise) in the mail. they're so good, maybe the best mixes i've ever received. jeez. and he responded to my quick letter just as quickly. it made my day.

must make some new mixes for justin and bryce and rob and miss unsatisfied. mm. i have some good ideas for mix tapes finally.

i enjoy reading about elizabeth bishop and what everyone else makes of her. still do; it's been years...

my mailboxes aren't working at all--none of the pop or imap ones. so no lj comments or anything else really, for now. it's weird to be using web mail at addresses no one knows about to speak, to tap anyone on the shoulder. hopefully this will be resolved soon. just have to wait and see what's going on.

i wonder if things will be lost again. sometimes it's satisfying, loss. that creeps up on you though, seeping in, in dizzying but small, insidious fashion.

planning makes me scared. run away again. ...not that.

...i missed the better off dead soundtrack so i searched high and low for the missing box of cds and lo. found them in the loft, mistakenly packed away beneath the air popper.

(i'm boring)

i want to be a good cook. i mean a really good cook, like. threateningly good. mm. practice while the luxury to do so is here. yes.

i keep seeing people from my junior high school past and from my school district past and it's less jarring than i'd expected.

i was telling my sister today in the car--i really only notice i'm getting on in years at those times peers hit on me and i think, wow, he's pretty old. and then i think, oh yeah, it's okay for someone that old to be hitting on me--i'm that old. i don't know what to think beyond this.

there was more, but i don't remember. all the clutter because i keep unnecessary, unnecessarily. stuff and stuffed. tea that never gets drunk (?), things like that.