ARCHIVE (week of June 2, 2002)

JUNE 7, 2002 Friday 11:28 am

I'm listening to someone talking on the phone use the following phrases:

"...most beautifullest..." and "...most gorgeousest..."

Correct me if I'm wrong, but those are not words found in the english dictionary? That's what I thought...

JUNE 7, 2002 Friday 10:30 am

pilfered cherry

JUNE 6, 2002 The day before Friday

slurpee warning

JUNE 5, 2002 Wednesday

I was prefectly okay with the weather in May. It was glorious. About 75 degrees during the day and a little cooler in the evenings. And now, it seems the minute I changed my calendar to June, it's at least 80 or more every day. I kept hoping that it might just stay in the high to mid 70's for a good portion of the summer, but alas, I am not that lucky.

This is why I should live in San Francisco. I love fog, I really and truly do. I'm okay with wearing long sleeves year round, really I am. If only I could afford the rent in San Francisco, oh and the commute. That might be a bitch.

Oh hell. I'll just stay in the south bay. At least there's air conditioning everywhere.

JUNE 2, 2002 Sunday

You know how when you part your hair, there's that area of exposed scalp? Essentially, scalp = skin. Skin burns. I failed to remember this while walking around the art and wine festival for about 4 hours on Saturday. I also forgot my hat. I think you can guess the rest.

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