2001-03-07 - 18:26:40
You know, I was signing on to update my other diary, but then I thought, well, I've got a lot of quotes, I should put some up, and now I am. But I find I have nothing relevant to say, which has been happening more and more often lately. So here I go, shutting up and giving you the quotes.
Yesterday, my sister and I threw mini marshmallows onto the back porch to encourage the weakly falling snow. It didn't work, but the marshmallows looked funny.
Right now, I think I'm going to an all-night diner with our houseguests to drink some cheap coffee, smoke a few too many cigarettes, and be served by a woman named Mable who forgot to take all the curlers out of her hair.
I am also accumulating a collection of apples from the cafeteria, since there have been some yummy ones recently. They sit on my bureau, and I can pretend that they have little apple conversations - yes, Mr. Green, it is a beautiful day today.
Destiny's Child must get a lot of help in the studio, because their performace at the Grammys just stunk up the place. I still like them, though, but I think it's just because they remind me of my sister, if she were black and there were three of her.
I'm so exhausted that my bones are yawning. 6 in the morning is my body's version of Peru; I know it's there, but it's totally foreign and not somewhere I'd think to visit. Also, there's a lot of llamas.