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Though you can still call me Lexi Kahn, I'm pulling a Cougar/Mellencamp move and re-identifying. My name is Michelle. I live in Boston, by way of New York, by way of a tiny town in Connecticut. I live with Joe. We're DINKS (dual income, no kids). It's a miracle I have made it to my thirties. Thirties! I am SO a Gen X'er -- go ahead, ask me about the 80s. I love good books, good movies, divine food, leisurely travel, smart comedy and, especially, music. For 11 years ('97 to '08) I was a regular in the local Boston rock scene using the name Lexi Kahn (Google me!) but quit the whole thing to pursue other interests. What those are...is probably what this diary will be about from 2008 forward.
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Diary of a
Low Budget Superhero,
2000 - 2008


(October 20, 2003)

Sweet Beginnings

The announcers on talk radio didn't wake me up. Neither did the heady aroma of coffee being brewed, nor the clink of the frying pan, nor the sizzle of cinnamon french toast.

What DID wake me up was the nearsightedly-fuzzed-out shape of the King of BizarroLand, Joe Kowalski, who was just...standing there by the bed, saying nothing. "What," I opened my eyes blearily, waking with a start.

"What?" I said again, because I don't know if I said it out loud the first time.

"What did you do to the sugar?"

I understood each individual word, but all ganged up like that, they failed to form any cohesive meaning. "Wh...at?"

"The sugar. What happened to the sugar?"

Oh, maybe the sugar is lost. "It's in there," I offered helpfully.

"No, I found it, but it's solid. I can't chip any out."

"..."

"..."

"...you woke me up to ask me how come the sugar is hard?"

"Well what did you do to it?"

"..."

"..."

"...I...I just don't...what?"

He walked away grumbling something about something.

You're wondering.

Yeah well, I don't know either.



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