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we're watching a swedish spy thriller captioned in swedish. after a bite or two of season three buffy, that is. apparently we're supposed to be imaginative about food and have dinner planned before noon tomorrow so wax can get ingredients (although allow me to clarify that this is strictly improvisational cooking). the plot of buffy, er, ever thickens.

the plot of chain of fools, speaking of plots, was quite something, rather like a douglas adams novel, or some of the more madcap early diana wynne jones. only without the magic? i'm sure there's something closer, only, you know, i don't read stuff without magic...

wax has set forward the tentative plan of going into turku tomorrow so that i can shower at her brother's and wash my hair. the latter cannot be done here because the hot water would run out too fast. after tomorrow, though, i'm thinking we can rig something with a bucket.

it's funny, but real life conversations with wax really are a great deal like live versions of aim conversations. except it doesn't bother as much not having her complete attention when i'm able to reach the soft bits of her neck.

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waxis missing the shootout. ooh, that was some tricky camera work!

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i already walked outside today. you might not believe that after the three hours (or possibly more like 20 minutes) wax spent shoveling the drive yesterday, it's covered in snow again. snow is becoming positively pedestrian. walking everywhere to the rather satisfying squeaky crunchof it under one's boots, you know. wax mayhave four days in a row next weekend, sinceher mother's birthday falls therein, and we have to go to ekenäs and 'be good daughters,' she said, and then corrected herself, 'well, i have to be a good daughter.' ;) mece called this morning and i told him the tentative plan to go to turku, which i think makes it more likely to happen because, well. i'm extremely determined to wash my hair. it doesn't really get noticeably oily, but i KNOW it's dirty. >.< like, it's turning straightish with a deep smooth wave instead of the proper ringlets, from being tied back all the time.

was it a euphemism before they translated it?

there's this target thing with bullet holes in it, a male outline thing. with wax's name and 50yds and .38 scribbled on it. it's pinned to the bulletin board next to two elijahs, the snails i stole for her, and mece and tina in their wedding outfits. under the frodo creepy fotr ring poster. the one with the eyes open.

it's right next to the computer monitor in my field of view. skin crawling! it's not. cool. ugh. stop. --although maybe i should be comforted that she apparently wouldn't kill anyone? she seems rather to have been aiming at the groin. trust wax.

must delete some icons. this song could be a lot nastier with a few minor changes in word choice. nasty in the good sense, of course. --now, whichone of them doesn't speak english, julia? i think so. that's the one that looks like wax in my mind. vaguely. you know. the hair. of course, they're both small and delicate and young. are awfully cute, though.

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picture of wax in christmas hat. cutest thing ever. augh. no! too cute! ::implode::

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you have no idea how much i miss my old dark shakira hair. february 5 i reach alabama, february 6 i dye this coppery mess back to its proper color.

el cielo está cansado ya de ver la lluvia caer
y cada día que pasa es uno más parecido a ayer
no encuentro forma alguna de olvidarte porque
seguir amándote es inevitable

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may remember this from last summer--the afrocaribbean sea goddess yemayá with lyrics by dar williams, 'calling the moon.'

yemayá is all creepy-cool. plus, she invokes witches! in my head. the dance of yemayá is still quite big in santería.

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1. Where are you right now?

pargas, finland. a little cottage facing a road, looking out a window over a huge field of smooth white snow. under a blanket in wax's well-worn armchair.

2. What time is it?

14:26, which is to say, four hours till wax is back.

3. What are you wearing?

brown shearling slippers, black polyester pants, and a khaki-colored fine-wale corduroy button-up shirt.

4. Any people or animals around you? Describe them.

tea just jumped down from my lap and is napping in the living room in a sunbeam--a partly bald pale creamy and ginger cornish rex. big eyes, skinny as fuck, huge ears, tiny little paws. granny just brought me lunch and clicked her tongue--short and of average size, with gray hair and a wrinkly face and a very grannyish sort of fussing. oh, and here comes tea again!

5. What are your plans for the weekend?

if we go to turku tonight, that will finish off the weekend. an attempt at the internet. buffy. making out.

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i opened my laptop with the intent of typing up that last scene of s/r i wrote. no go! ran out of batteries before i could log in. guess we'll buy an adapter in turku.