in short there's simply not/ a more congenial spot/for happily every aftering than here in camelot

so at long last, i secured the city library's one book on gay female teens, only to find, upon opening it, that it was written in 1982. 1982! that's before my girlfriend was born! that's before i left maryland! that's before the date in orwell's classic...

but i guess that it just reinforces my point. i try not to think about london, and i try less to think about tony blair, and instead i make every attempt at thinking happy irish american thoughts about being in love, writing, and collecting movies. i think about camelot, the first one, and then about jackie onassis, which i do a lot more than i'd like to admit, times completely seperate from those i devote to interior design and collecting recipies for international cuisine, though you'd think that all that stuff would run together, leave me girly in clumps, rather than in some strange pervasive element.