28Jun04

i checked my voicemail last week and to my surprise..
“hey honey, just wondering how traffic was, um.. i’ll see you when you get home, i was thinking of having some burgers and tater tots or something, but just let me know how things are going, love you bye.”
my voicemail greeting clearly say it’s wendy [...]

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24Jun04

the cheesecake i made the other day, courtesy of cousin steph, who finally has posted pictures from boston & the jason mraz show. [warning: steph's a little camera happy. just ask her about the *nsync concert and flip book]
and my own couple of pictures from boston (taken with the lomo, of course.)

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23Jun04

my car is massively broken. ok, i exaggerate, but it has been making massively broken sounding noises in the past week and a half. gradually and quietly at first but now, very very loud and definitely not ignorable. i figured it was the brakes and took it into les schwab to get it checked out. [...]

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23Jun04

the weather has been amazingly beautiful of late, bright and sunny, a vast expanse of blue and nothing else above, and the air filled with a light and airy breeze, soft and tangible as you run it through your fingers.
in light of all this, i’ve been outdoors a lot. mostly in parks, my backyard [...]

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13Jun04

driving down glisan today, i saw a tshirt: “F**k You, SATAN!” i laughed really hard and then i thought.. hm, how incredibly appropriate.

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10Jun04

i want to write about boston and how being in boston reminded me of the last time i was in boston in march with ken and the beginning of that journey that lead me to africa and back. i want to tell you about the wedding, the ?hinese in all it’s red and gold glory [...]

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01Jun04

i bought some meat yesterday and when asked by the lady, paper or plastic? i said, oh it’s ok, i don’t need a bag. she gave me this strange, strange look. because honestly, who buys raw meat and not ask for a bag?
speaking of meat, check out the meatrix.

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