wonderfulrubbish

Winners from this list include:
- A pair of big-ass wedge square-toed boots circa 1994
- A green and white lacquered wooden “Billie Jean King Prestige” tennis racket from probably the mid-1960s (and another one that was painted quite seriously with the title “Stroke Master,” a joke which never got old between my boyfriend and I whenever we’d play against each other)
- A red spandex stretchy belt that looks as though it once belonged to a Mario Brother, bought when I was going through my Fruits stage about five years ago
- A set of creepy china that I absolutely hated, which was pawned off on me by someone else who also hated it
- Approximately three winebottle openers from various episodes in which Andy and I bought a lot of wine, opened it with the original opener, overindulged slightly, lost the original opener, and had to traipse down to the local corner store to invest in another one to open a follow-up bottle (probably not a good idea)

...And other less interesting memorabilia.

Cheesy, perhaps, but necessary and quite fulfilling.

And it IS exactly how I wanted it. Yippee.

Bought dress.
This weekend: High Fidelity music columnist hair, here I come.

Today, got rid of:
- One (1) tiny rubber figurine of ALF; left in hole in the pavement in McKenzie Hall on the U of O campus.
- One (1) shiny new silver bike bell that my grandmother gave to me; gave to friend Shay, who has started riding like a maniac around town.

Started the letter today while I should have been paying attention in lecture—but I got kind of emotional, so I stopped. Once my law final is over I’ll pick it up again.

Because it’s kind of pointless to be “on” them if they eliminate your libido altogether, isn’t it?
I used to be such a lioness, too.

because I never had a chance to really say it.

. . . and be able to speak eloquently at about a million miles a minute.