"snow can wait, i forgot my mittens"

Tonight is Hot Chocolate, a party hosted by Squirm (our campus sex-positive erotic zine) and I simply don't know what to wear! Jeans and boots with my nipples x-ed out in gaffing tape? Fishnet stockings, black heels, my harness and a bra? Oh my. I feel sorta dumb now for packing so utilitarian-ly; brown cord skirt and gray sweaters. Dur.

It's still snowing and it's really pretty. I am sad cos the post office just closed and, incidentally, I just found out I have two packages waiting for me! I love mail. I think I may like to be a mailman when I grow up- well, I guess actually a mailwoman- and deliver mail from a sack on my back, but then I'd be working for the government. For some reason I think that's problematic. Emma Goldman would roll in her grave.

So my list of things to do today, in chronological order of import, includes:
-Tarot
-try to finish my erotica piece
-outfit pickin'
-work! Women's Studies paper is due Wednesday! Environmental paper soon after! French, no less!
-Hot Chooolate set up, possible poetry slam, Hot Chocolate attendance and decadence

I was reading one of my favorite books ever today- Wise Child- with my coffee milk oatmeal at breakfast and it made me feel less blue. I just woke up feeling really sad and displaced today; I'm telling myself it's just residual from whatever bad dreams I had last night and am trying to shake it.

This is a not-so-riveting entry because I feel rather unriveted. Like a pair of not-so classic jeans.

could it have been the soy parfait?

This is a take-off of DiPrima's "What I Ate Where."
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oh the snow came down and it was a saturday the 6th i think of december and in the dining center people were talking about food while they ate, borscht and buttered bread they talked about, not what they ate. and there was potato leek soup advertised as an unbelievable 77 calories but per what? and there was pressed cheese sandwich on that fake unwholesome wheat bread that gets thin in the sandwich press and red peppers grilled and lettuce gone soft from the grill heat. and terrible chocolate soy parfait with grahamcrackertopping tasting like lemon citrus cleaning fluid, eaten anyway cos not so hungry but snowing and needing spoonfuls.
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I love my friends. You guys are so honest and smart and it makes me so incredibly gratified to be able to share all this scraped-bare shite with you and have you if not understand at least riff on it and usually understand anyway.