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july 29, 2000. Today my brother & I went out to Long & McQuade to look at dj equipment for the big event. We figured out fairly early on that the 2 day rental is essentially the same price as the week long rental, so now my brother's getting ready to squeeze in a hardcore punk show while we've got the equipment. He's the antichrist.
On the way home, we talked about relationships. He explained that his whole philosophy was to never tell anybody anything, and thus escape the sturm und drang of my parents' curiosity. "So I'll date a girl for a couple of weeks, until she figures out she doesn't like me. By the time mom & dad hear about it, it's over. It looks like all I do is fuck & leave, but I know the truth."
I cowered against the window.
"What?" "That word. I've heard you use it as slang lots of times. The way you used it now really freaked me out." I begin to mutter into my shoulder, "it's just you & me now, seat belt."
He slapped me companionably on the knee. "Snap out of it."
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Two more rejections today. I think we're going to bring this reception in for 160 people...which is monstrous, I know, but it seems downright cozy when compared to the invitation list. It's 212 strong, honey, and the only reason I'm squeaking by with this number is that a lot of my 3rd cousins aren't coming. I couldn't be happier about it; I didn't want to invite them in the first place.
Ah, the joys of the Mediterranean extended family. I love having to fulfil social obligations incurred a decade before my birth.
"la famiglia!" ~ * ~
I suppose it's time to weigh in with my two cents on the latest diary community issue: is it right to solicit money from your readers?
To tell you the truth, I don't care. I think this is a non-issue. I've never felt much of a personal connection with Xeney or Pamie, since their diary experience is so obviously shaped by having "legions of fans." Pamie is funny, but she's funny in a trademarked kind of way that might as well have a banner over it. Xeney - well, I think Xeney tends towards martyrdom in many of her efforts. She used to rant that people were sending her intrusive email offering unwarranted advice about her dissected life, and now she's just too popular to keep it free. Big deal. I believe it was the woman who writes Partly Cloudy who said, "if it becomes too much money or too much effort, you can take it offline. It's that simple." So I don't buy the poor me thing, but then again I don't really care.
(Maybe that's because I'm never going to be popular enough to have this problem. Snif sniff!)
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