Just got back from lord of the rings. LOVE that movie. such a dandy epic adventure. During the 20 minutes of
previews there was a clip for E.T.. My lil sister and I started to cry at one little blip of a scene. uggh no wait, I started to cry when I saw her cry. You know it's not E.T that gets me it's that damn Elliot and DREW uggh they kill me! Their little bedroom, well it's like all the toys I ever knew growing up and Elliot reminds me of this family of boys I knew, growing up, in fact I am driving back with two of them Sunday. So I love little boys so what. Yeah, so Maggie started crying when she saw Elliot and E.T fly, the first time on Elliot's bike, I think they are escaping the bullies. Elliot gives this little cry of terror then elation that he's flying. ohhh so fucking cute. Okay I'll stop.

It now costs .50 to make a local phone call on a pay phone in the state of colorado. I know this because in the course of events this evening, and the reality of no cell phone for the next few days I had to use the little corner crack deal phone twice.
Pay phones and Hotel beds.

I lost my wallet after the movie but before dinner. This was probably a VERY good thing because otherwise I am quite positive I would be sleeping with my EX-girlfriend RIGHT AT THIS MOMENT. (we were to meet after dinner for drinks.) Feew! Not that I wouldn't mind, and had I not spent the half hour, which I was supposed to meet her, looking for my walled on Broadway and Ellsworth, I would have willingly yet, subtly surrendered. Instead I drove back to the restaurant, where my family and I had dinner, and there at the front desk a woman said my name before I did, and the little pressure cooker, which looks like my chest, eased a bit and there it was just like Christmas. That is the second time I've lost my wallet, the first was on the shuttle from Penn Station toWeehawken, NJ. How many lives does a wallet have?

So I am driving my sister's car. This is again another tense moment for me, since I, oh got in a car accident with this same car this summer. Which resulted in a $240 ticket and a trip to the junk yard. $68 later, with a screw gun, wheel barrel, and Metric socket set, I yank, out of several different wrecked 86' Subaru's, a blue hood, grill, and two subaru headlights. Back to the driveway I muscle out the bend in the front end
of the Aluminum frame, find a good place to ditch the old hood, my bosses back yard, and attached the new one. The really non butch part about this whole incident is that when I'm finished Curt asked me if I'd sleep with him, in return for the favor of him helping me fix my sisters car. Let me just say, that as the July sun was beating down on my tan sleeveless body, my fucking tattoos must have appeared to him as stained glass hanging off my arms, hands resting on my hips. The dust, sweat and alkaline hangover.
Go fuck off Curt, get me a beer

So tonight when I, like a good sister, stopped to fill up the tank, which admittedly meant swerving across two lanes of Sante Fe Hwy to fill up on .97 cents a gallon. (un fuckig heard of. There is no war in Afghanistan according to Englewood, Colorado.) I pressed the little unlock latch, standard procedure, you know I also turned off the engine and put the keys in my pocket, like a good OCD girl does, the fucking lock was broken! holy-fuck. Climbed over the emergency break and stick-shift. Kind of laughing at this point because suddenly the last 30 minutes has been really insane and now I am force feeding cheap gasoline beneath gas station lights, and my hand is cold because there is no latch on the pump. Whatever.I get back in the car and low and behold, Patti Smith is playing on the radio, it's "People Have the Power." Thank you patti.