it is pronounced "chip-oat-lay," asswhipe.

he explained it to me.

there are people in this world with cool brains. and that makes them cool. you, liz, have a cool brain. and i like you.
then there are people who don't have cool brains.

and that makes them not cool?

no, liz. that just makes them alright. the people who are just alright, they spend most of their time trying to be cool. but the people who have cool brains... they don't care if they look cool. because they just are. you can't elope with a cantaloupe.

he'd be brilliant if he wasn't such a pothead.

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so dinner. dinner was cool. well, hot. ended up running into another blast from the past while waiting jeff's arrival. so we had a threesome. good convo. good times.

i added a touch of sour cream to my burritto this time to hold it all together... best move i have ever made. i'm never going back.

it was better once she left. jeff felt less pressure to be "brown."

and i was right. picked up right where we had left off. we discussed the institution of marriage. mused about writing poems for significant others. he even came to the conclusion that i was in love with him but would never be with him... thus the tragedy of our existences. yeah. good old jeff brown.

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after dinner i met up with my dad and my bro at first field. chris day didn't give me the time of day. but paula and i chatted about how things are improving for her and my barista girls. she asked me when i was coming back. when i was going to take over the store. that was fun.

dad, mike and i had a hella good time talking too. no need to go into details. just love. we are the only family i know that will do group hugs and ass grabs in public. and i look watchers straight in the eye and clearly communicate that i know you think we are weird but only because you don't have what we do and that sucks for you so step off, bitch.

came home, took care of my sick mommie and then got into a fight with my brother about his poetry. brought the fight to a new and disturbing level when i asked him if he masturbated. heh. he wouldn't talk to me about it. mental note: must watch to see if he becomes more comfortable with his sexuality. i sure hope so.

then proceeded to fall asleep while reading even cowgirls. which is turning out to be as interesting as promised.

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last night's experiences happened for a very clear purpose. to remind me of how i want to be and how i want to be with people. to give me a boost into my new city with my new house and my new roomies... to help me start out on the right track.

to remind me that i have very, very special people in my soul circle. i am undeserving. but thankful.