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everybody loves an auction.

i'm sitting in a coffeeshopish sort of place using a computer that is all white and oh, the coffeeshopish place is called cherry street. the man behind the counter is extremely friendly and actually carries it off as sincere and nice, and made me want to tip him a lot more than i normally would because of it. i like him. i also like the girl behind, in the back, who has a platinum blonde bob and is wearing a red flower in her hair. i like them both.

hurry! there's only 14 percent left of the battery! and a half-hour left of the meter! quick!

lyndsey tea-turr, if you want to have a baby, you just go on with your bad self. your bad womb. and by bad, i do not mean rotten, like rotten comma johnny, i mean bad ass like charles bronson. work the f-tubes, girl. that's what they're there for.

i, on the other hand, am not interested in having a baby right now, nor in five years. maybe by then i'll start thinking more seriously about it rather than just looking at the clothes in the gap for the little boys and going awww, mom look without getting distracted in about point oh-two seconds by the fifty dollar sweaters i want.

someday.

11%!

tonight is the pee-la auction! i'm going to have wine and beer and free food (free by which i mean fitty bux, but only because i'm a law student. only thing that shit ever got me, i'll tell you what) and see some auction action and then stay in a room at the W hotel (where the auction is a-happenin) and hang out with ralph and carol and bob and michele. not necessarily in that order.

in other news, i can't stop playing animal crossing: wild world, which is a video game for the nintendo ds and is sort of made for kids? kind of? except not? i sort of don't understand why i can't stop playing it, but if it's wrong i don't want to be right.

is it a sin to drink lemonade in a coffeeshop in seattle?

this is the last time i am going to be here for a long time. i mean it this time, promise. after i get home from this trip, i don't get a real vacation until after i take the fucking bar. i'm trying out some new names, some pet names, if you will, for sitting for the bar exam. "fucking bar" is one of them. you can vote at the end of the month.

now, meter!