yesterday we watched
my own private idaho which has driven me to forgive gus van sant for the sins he committed against
psycho. we had both seen it (
idaho) before but bean had fallen asleep partway through & i had watched it with emma & her father, when it was first released, & so was unable to pay attention to the movie at all past maybe the first three minutes because i was so afraid there would be another blow job that i would have to watch while sitting next to, you know, my best friend's dad.
also yesterday we listened to wang chung's points on the curve for the first time in years. few things beat the joy of singing �dance hall days� loudly at the bright onset of spring.
i've decided to buy a miniature tape recorder, like the one i had in high school, & to use it to interview my friends.
