Davis Square: Rashomon of the 90's
Feb. 15th, 2002 12:27 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
progI am vaguely amused that I was able to reconstruct a tiny sub-chronology of today's events at ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cthulhia's house by intersecting three different LJ user's accounts involving parcels delivered and subsequently received there. Whee
As with all holidays, the notion that today was externally special in some way slipped from my mind about two seconds after each written, verbal or visual reminder of it, as I found something more interesting to think about. I re-forgot and re-remebered V-day about 20,000 times riding the T today, because of all the people carrying flowers. No kidding: I see that, I think Oh yeah, right, that thing and then I think ...hmm, you know, I really like vanilla or whatever. But this stopped a few hours ago because my housemate gave me a wee box of chocolates, and so there are heart-shaped pieces of trash sitting by my computer now, in my peripheral vision. No escape.
cthulhia's house by intersecting three different LJ user's accounts involving parcels delivered and subsequently received there. WheeAs with all holidays, the notion that today was externally special in some way slipped from my mind about two seconds after each written, verbal or visual reminder of it, as I found something more interesting to think about. I re-forgot and re-remebered V-day about 20,000 times riding the T today, because of all the people carrying flowers. No kidding: I see that, I think Oh yeah, right, that thing and then I think ...hmm, you know, I really like vanilla or whatever. But this stopped a few hours ago because my housemate gave me a wee box of chocolates, and so there are heart-shaped pieces of trash sitting by my computer now, in my peripheral vision. No escape.