June 5th, 2003


Just call me Miss Cleo... or not...

Phone message:

Hi Klae, I'm trying to do X, but I'm having trouble. Give me a call.

Well, sure, I recognize the voice, but that doesn't mean I know who you are, or where you're calling from.


Oh, chile, you bettah be watchin' out for dat one!

I'm really lucky.

I have great friends.
I have a great sister.
I have a great brother (who never fucking calls me, bastard).
And my parents kick ass...

Mom is trying to find ways to help even MORE with the re-location stuff.

I guess it says something that I never stopped referring to CA as 'home' even when I called Boston that, too.

Huh. Go figure.