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Most days it's a challenge

Today I worked a few stalls down the street from Umberto the anarchist, and I'm starting to rethink my first impression of the guy. The day we met, he thought I was going to give him shit, and he's not interested in that. Today we chatted a little, almost like people do. I've decided he's OK, and I sorta regret my Umberto rant from last Wednesday.

Not enough to edit it out, though.

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The two things occupying my limited intellect these days are, as always, my pathetic zine and Sarah-Katherine's upcoming visit.

About the zine: I like my life, but I'm well aware that almost anyone who's not me would hate it. Most days it's a challenge even for me, to work up enough interest to write about it.

Writing much of anything feels impossible tonight, so most of today's entry was actually written tomorrow. On the actual day, July 6, Judith was bringing her books and papers into the guest room from my future-room, and Lugosi, the ultimate dog, was even more slobberingly insistent than usual about wanting to play fetch. And doggone it, I wanted to play fetch with him, so we played fetch. Tossing his spitty ball and getting it back over and over again was the best part of my day.

About Sarah-Katherine: Insert a sigh here. The new issue of her new zine came in the mail, accompanied by a letter. The zine's great, the letter's better, so what little I wrote on Wednesday was a letter to her.

Pasty is Sarah-Katherine's zine, and her new issue is all about things she hates, which include barely-clad girls, too much sunshine, and her hellishly anal ex-roommate. I can't pretend to write a fair review of something written by someone I'm very fond of, so I will only say it's bright, funny, sharp like its author, and simply the finest thing I've ever seen that's held together by staples.

For a small sample of the lady who has me enchanted, send a dollar and two stamps to Sarah-Katherine, █████████████████, Seattle WA 98107.

From Pathetic Life #14
Wednesday, July 5, 1995

This is an entry retyped from an on-paper zine I wrote many years ago, called Pathetic Life. The opinions stated were my opinions then, but might not be my opinions now. Also, I said and did some disgusting things, so parental guidance is advised.

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