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 Tuesday, December 24, 2002
( 11:56 PM )
Dear World, I am writing from my dad's house in Ohio! I used to be cut off from the rest of the world except by telephone when I visited him, but now that I have an iBook, I can dial in from anywhere!!! It is SOOOOOOOO cool. Amy is back home taking care of Willow and Tara and probably having sex with someone in my bed and she'd better change the sheets before I get back or I will kick her out of the band! I really hope I don't have to do that though because Wicca A Go-Go minus one Amy equals one lone Talula. No rats yet, nobody to keep me company on that small lonely stage. So that's all I have to say, Amy had better not fuck up! Anyway, because I am with my dad which is because I got the tickets before I got the gig, we are having to rehearse over the phone! It's really hard to do, in case you've never tried it. Dad is kind of coming to the rescue though, because he is helping me with writing songs. So at least there will be something to perform on the big day! I also think it's cheering him up because he's still really gloomy about our fucked-up world and he's not taking care of himself. I am not going to be pleased if he has another heart attack. He's not fat or anything so I don't know what it is but I guess you can have dense fat inside your arteries or something. I think maybe I should move in with him. But not until after my big debut! And how could I leave the Bay Area? Actually the only solution is to talk him into selling his house and moving to Oakland. He could probably sell it for enough that he could rent something there till the end of his days. Or better yet he could buy a house there or nearby like in Albany or something and leave it to me when he goes (NOT that i am rushing him in that direction) and I could rent rooms to my friends until I was rich enough to live in it alone. OK. So my new task is to brainwash my dad.

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