18.03.02 - 11:47 a.m.

in tenth grade, my mother spontaneously became
convinced that i was doing drugs - nothing
specific - despite any wee straightegde buttons
on my coat, and the fact that shed never bothered asking.
to spotlight the absolute inanity of this, i got
chris ashworth to leave a message on my answering machine, alerting me of
"a really good stash" that had just come in. we
didnt even have the lingo down. i came home
that afternoon to answering machine tapes thrust in my face
and "we knew it!"

in six? seven years? their sense of humor hasnt gotten any keener.

xoxoastrid