THOU ART GOD

[Dispatch from last night's show at Bimbo's: SAINT ETIENNE ARE GOD. Just so you know.]

[No, wait. Dispatch from Indian Wells last weekend: JESSICA IS GOD. We had a great time just relaxing. I went swimming three times, which is three times more than in the last 15 months. We took the aerial tram to the top of Mt. San Jacinto. We shopped. At first I thought Palm Springs was just like Santa Barbara, but with no, you know, ocean; however, P.S. is way more sterile and conservative. (Yes, S.B. is a big mall, too, but I knew it when.) Still, the warm air felt good, and just talking nonstop with one of my best friends was soooo good. (Also good to reconnect with an old friend from the S.B. days. Vince, the breaker of a million hearts. Oh, never.)]

[Oh, I forgot. Dispatch from Azusa, Sunday night: IN N' OUT BURGER IS GOD. Especially when one's Double Double comes from one of the old stands where one has to get it to go.]

[Of course, upon returning home to a boyfriend with a buzzcut: JOHN IS GOD.]

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