Thank you all for your sweet comments about Jack and his fecal britches. Have no fears.
I will not allow this diary to become 'look at what my kitty did now'.
There was a Philly Fotolog meetup, and I met up. Lots of blurry portraits were taken, and I drank water. My scintillation has evaporated. I subsist solely on the scintillation of others.
There is a house in Collingswood which I often drive by. It's a crazy modern style, with walls of glass, I guess it's a bit like a Frank Lloyd Wright Prairie home. You can see right into their living spaces, and they have an IKEA HANDKLAVER lamp which is hardly ever lit. I want to go up to their door, knock, and ask for a tour.
I want to borrow a child at halloween time and trick or treat them at that house, just for a glimpse.
Lolita Ya Ya
10:59 a.m. - 2003-09-11
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