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and in other news... Crap On Toast "To Serve Man" Day 358: It's Official! Get Yer Kicks I Have Only One Word for You. Can't Sleep, Taking Tests New Toys No Rest for the Weary Withdrawal Write Off? Right On! other stuff: buy stuff i designed my flickr page forgotten new york frellyheck chinh loobylu jakwon tof reknin 63 days heart and mind obscure store dooce oddy-knocky natruallycurly.com knitty TRIPPYswell RSS Feed www.flickr.com
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Making Nice
Thursday, February 01, 2007  Yes, I'm obsessed with my rotten dog and my new camera. I got this shirt at Target. It's part of their "Urban Rocker" collection. I also got her a matching puffy black hoddie that says "SECURITY" on the back, but -- alas -- it's too small. It must go back.I signed up for a class, a photography class, that starts next Tuesday. It's at Cooper Union. I don't know if the class will be any good; perhaps I'm too advanced an amateur to learn anything new there, but I figure it will be fun to say "I'm taking a class at Cooper Union." Also, it's good for me to get out of the house. Mingle with other people. You know, be social. My only fear is that I will have a rerun of my Machine Knitting course where the most annoying, energy-suck of a woman attached herself to me for the duration of the class. You know what I mean, one of those people who interrupts the teacher mid-sentence with inane comments, the one who walks in late and expects class to start over from the beginning, the one who tells me way too many graphic details about her sex life while putting her finger in my Whole Foods soup just to taste. The one who got a little "Fatal Attraction" on me when I started avoiding her by going to McDonald's for lunch. Somehow, these are the people I tend to attract -- I don't know why. Years ago I took an "Artist's Way" class wherein a paunchy, very-married guy confided he wanted to have sex with me. This is what I get for walking through Washington Square Park with a stranger during lunch hour. How do my half-hearted attempts to better myself and integrate with my fellow man always end in conversation-stifling catastrophe? There is no easy answer to this question. Maybe there is no answer at all. This time, however, I will try my best to meet some normal people. Perhaps the Goddess of Slight Acquaintances will smile benevolently down upon me. I sure hope so. Labels: class, Lulu, photography posted at 10:20 PM . link to this post .   .
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3 Comments:sweet, i love buying things at target. nothing says trendy like clothes made in sweatshops by 12 year olds.
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I saw a little hoodie I wanted to get Spartacus there... it said ROTTEN and I think it had a skull on it...
By I love dogs who wear clothes. :^)
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