2002-02-10 | 8:20 a.m.
two flipping ten

It's not that I like being out of control, I think it is just that I cherish moments when I don't have to be responsible. Friday I went to a wedding and it was lovely. The families chartered buses to take us from the church to the reception, which was most thoughful and convenient. On the way there, the woman I was sitting with on the bus (I was invited as a single, which was actually a good thing) was saying how unsettling it was to her to not know where she was, or where she was headed. Speaking in the most literal, situational sense of course. No need to get philosophical at a wedding. Me, I like not having any say in what's going on. I was digging the getting on the bus and zoning out and getting off when they tell me to scene. I think for all of my neuroses, I have a good handle on not worrying about things I can't change, and balancing my control-freakness with appropriate instances of completely giving over control when necessary. Like how some people are nervous passengers in a car? Me, I could be with the worst ever driver going too fast and I wouldn't be scared. Because if something bad happened, it wouldn't be my fault. That's probably a whole other problem in and of itself, but it doesn't function as such in my life. Instead it gives me and the people I know a much needed break.

I went shopping yesterday and I wasn't really sure that I should go because my going was going to be kind of a pain for other people. But then it was like "Oh, come on! Let's just go, it will be fun" etc. and it was fun, but then we ended up having to get a ride all the way home from my aunt and then I genius-ly left my bag at their house. The bag with my wallet (all my money, my ID and my bank card) and cell phone. Which oddly enough, wouldn't have been a giant issue this week, except for those damn tickets I ordered and have to present the bank card to pick up. So now I have to figure out a way for someone to get the bag and get the stuff to me. Right about now, not being able to drive is screwing me over big time.

I think everyone I love should move near me in Brooklyn and we should all have stores and be happy and fun times. Then I wouldn't have to drive because everything good would be there.

Today is February 10.
2.10.
My unlucky number is 210. I could tell you why, but you'll just think I am crazy, won't you? I once told CM why, and he didn't think it was all that crazy. Although he did say that it would be a great episode of the sitcom he thinks we should have, and I'm not sure if he meant the instance of the 210 horror, or me telling him about it. Because both were pretty ridiculous. And speaking of him, yes, Sloan has had a US record deal before. First there was DGC (Smeared and Twice Removed) then there was the short lived Enclave (One Chord to Another) and then I think they might have just had distribution deals or something, but maybe not. I can't remember the specifics off the top of my head. I'm about the music, baby, not the business. Anyway, this should be good for them. At least RCA might give them some money to bring it on home to me.

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