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  gartok and i have this inside joke about “the hippopotapenis”. it’s one of those things you don’t remember the origins of, but you find it extremely funny when it comes up (and really dumb when you think about how it sounds). he wrote a song about it. i wonder if he sings it to other people and expects them to laugh. unlikely. i don’t know if i want him to make that inside joke between us public. he asked me for permission to write a song about me. why the hell not? later on in my life, when i have a smoker’s cough and have changed my name to Carol, i’ll hear it on the radio. he’ll be “a sleazy millionaire” with five catchy hit songs, and he’ll have fished that one out because my name’s almost as interesting as, but not as overdone as “delilah”. then i’ll tap my ten year old on the shoulder and say “yeh, that was me. that girl in da song.” i can see the scene in my head and it is in a garish, sad sepia tone. but we’re really little bumps in each other’s lives.

 anyway, i can’t wait to go to his show tomorrow. it’ll be fun to go out again.