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My friend Jay and I are playing phone-tag again. But this time it's making me mad because Rhett's in town and he's with Jay. I called him on Wednesday. He called me back and said he'd call me Thursday after work. He didn't, so I called him. Said I was going to dinner with the parents and he should call me in a few hours. He said cool, call him if I hadn't heard from him by the time I was done. Called him. Left a message. Didn't hear back, so I got in bed. Phone rang at midnight just as I was about to go to sleep. He tried to get me to come over. Then he called me this morning to ask if he'd called me last night. Told me I should stop by today. I asked if he'd answer his phone if I called. He said yes.

He did not.

I am still waiting for him to return my call. I may have to kick his ass. Which would be hard, because he's 6'2" and likes to box.

*edit. I just watched the Virgin Suicides again. I think I may like it better than Lost in Translation. Maybe. Maybe it just hits closer to home--even though it has little resemblance to my life. Either way, Sofia Coppola is wonderful. Have you kids seen the Mini Sofia champagne cans? They are so cute. I want a rich brilliant daddy who names champagne after me and helps me make movies. I'd take her life in a heartbeat, and mostly I'm anti that idea. I don't know if I could have sex with Quentin Tarantino, but there are some sacrifices one would have to make.


In lieu of me having anything interesting to say except for the fact that I am in a fairly good mood this week despite phone-tag issues, here's the lyrics to a song that I really wish had been written about me:


Green Day, "She's a Rebel"

She's a rebel
She's a saint
She's salt of the earth
And she's dangerous

She's a rebel
Vigilante
Missing link on the brink
Of destruction

From Chicago to Toronto
She's the one that they
Call old whatsername

She's the symbol
of resistance
and she's holding on my
heart like a hand grenade

is she dreaming
what I'm thinking
is she the mother of all bombs
gonna detonate

is she trouble
like I'm trouble
make it a double
twist of fate
or a melody that

sings the revolution
the dawning of our lives
she brings the liberation
that I just cant define
nothing comes to mind

She's a rebel
She's a saint
She's salt of the earth
And she's dangerous

She's a rebel
Vigilante
Missing link on the brink
Of destruction

She's a rebel, She's a rebel, She's a rebel, And she's
dangerous