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i finally got a long distance plan this is good. now i can call beckie on baffin island. i can call melinda in austria for 9 cents/min, vinc' in france for 5 cents/min, and my auntie carol – who kept mistaking my answering machine with me – in the UK for 4 cents/min. nice. i tried calling vinc' yesterday on what i THOUGHT was his cell phone but it turned out to be his home phone and had the misfortune of having his mom answer. i can't speak french and her english is not so good. it was confusing and i felt bad because at least i was prepared but she just picked up the phone to find some crazy canadian asking for some guy named "vincent". which believe me sounds different to the french pronunciation of vincent (they drop the 't' – weirdos).

i talked to melinda yesterday as well. it was very nice. i like it when a person knows you so well that something like "can i borrow your bike?" causes you to laugh from your gut. she was making a little jab at me for my neurosis inflicted on me as a child. there are just certain childhood rules i can't shake. like not lending out my bike or i'm only sick if i'm barfing. i have however, overcome my issues with dr seuss and the one pickle per serving rule, where my sister is still battling those vices.

ugh what's with this chair?!?! it always makes my ass fall asleep.

i wish i was the kind of person that knew exactly what to tell someone when they're having a mental break-down. i fear i always come across like "PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER" when what i mean is "it'll be ok". what i want is to do or say whatever would make them feel better, when the truth is i don't know what that is. everyone is different. every situation is different.

they have their obvious attractions, the bodies of men.