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11.18.00, 10:30 p.m. || i went to jail for a semester

Don't make jokes no one who doesn't know you will understand are jokes. Like I really mean the Chumbawamba reference to bullets over ballots. It gets tiring explaining that no, I do not believe in armed revolution in the United States. The Angry Red Planet, on the other hand, is another story. (That's also sarcastic.)

11.15.00, 10:01 a.m. || hangin' on the telephone

Lisa calls to relate a midnight vision: "I had this really vivid dream where we were on a bus tour through Scotland, and it was raining and wet, and we arrived at Edinburgh University, which of course I've never been to. You were wearing this weird long skirt, plaid S&M pants things with straps--"

I interject, "Oh, you mean bondage pants?" (Think British punk rock. Or Gwen Stefani.)

"Yeah! And we were walking into this auditorium and no one wanted to sit next to each other because they were all fighting, and Veve Clark was there along with some others from the African Diaspora department. And you said, 'Yeah, I'm glad I had a chance to change out of my wet clothes so I can stay fresh," and I looked down and you were wearing a brand new pair of bondage pants! And we were very cheerful even though everyone was fighting and it was cold and wet, and you were so Mimi-like, and then I said, 'Hey, let's call up my ex in London and tell her we're only one country away!' And then I woke up."