i did the sewing. it threatened to bring me down but then i kicked its ass.
i just realized that i hate the orange diary i have been writing in for a couple months, & by "writing in" i mean "ignoring." i just realized it is because it has perforated-edge-style pages, & i am always afraid when i am writing that the pages are going to come out.
so now i am going to start using this red one that i bought when i was in portland last summer. which is fitting as i just mailed a very-slightly-used diary to ritchey as she is leaving portland.
my dreamy, crush-ish diary is this one: not the leather part, just the "refill" part.
at bee + beck's house tonight i was asked to read a dora book to the weetzie-bat. after i read it through once i realized that i was asked in the first place so that i could do it in spanish, silly. so i did & then i sang the song about the pollitos to the weetz. she calls the song "b�o b�o" & it goes like this:
los pollitos dicen
p�o p�o p�o
cuando tienen hambre
y cuando tienen fr�o
la gallina busca
el ma�z y el trigo
les da la comida
y les presta abrigo
bajo sus dos alas
acurrucaditos
hasta la ma�ana
duermen los pollitos
