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eight fifteen and then eight twenty and then eight fortyfive goddammit and he had no idea where she was. he knew about the neighbor, the bartender and that kid at the grocery store that she refused to speak to in his presence. of course there was the neighbor's daughter also but she was only sixteen and did that really count? fuck her for coming home so late. fuck also whoever it was that kept calling the house phone. let the motherfucker ring. he'd counted her shoes that night and knew for a fact that she had fortytwo pairs of stiletto heels in the closet. what he didn't know is whether or not she owned fortythree pairs.

he fell asleep wondering about that and when she came home all bloody and shellshocked he was fast asleep so he didn't even ask.




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okay. okay okay okay.

last night i had a dream about daryl hannah. this is crucial. i haven't had a dream about a famous person since that time i dreamed that i was married to jay-z, and before that it'd been YEARS since i dreamt about a famous person that i didn't know personally.

needless to say i was a little disoriented when i woke up but i knew that my dream could only mean one thing: "dress the fuck up like pam grier to go to work day" was upon me. and i fucking rose to the occasion, and how.

that's it. i'm taking pictures of today's outfit.

it's insane. it's fucking insane.




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he'd been listening to a wiretapped phone conversation that she'd had with her mother. over and over. all day. he was exhausted. he slung his plate full of food into the garbage, looked over his shoulder at her and said, "if you aren't careful you'll find yourself passing your psychosis off as genius."

she just stared at him and lit another cigarette. he looked out the kitchen window and shook his head when he came to the conclusion that it actually might work. where'd that waitress live again? oh god. was that a police car pulling into the driveway?

she got up and walked over to him to blow smoke in his face, took off her pageboy wig, and put the next door neighbor on her to-do list.