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Jan 27, 2005 19:14

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jaykgallagher January 28 2005, 01:45:42 UTC
dude fuck that girl! "I said “awwwww,” and meant it, then said something like “it’s okay, dog. Yer runnin’ around heaven now.” And then she immediately, confidently asserted, “Dogs don’t have souls.”"

if there is such a thing is a soul then a dog has one! shit.

that paragraph you typed about mad max? that was incredible thought pathways, baby. not deletable, delectable.

"I feel like I’m doing something good." - I'm so happy for you man. It sounds wonderful. Can't wait to see you, but I'm glad you're out there running around doing something that makes you feel good. Sounds like a great exploration.

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hogofheaven January 28 2005, 04:48:06 UTC
You fortunate fucker, I'm so happy for you I could shit. Oh, hells, I've shat myself. Or, as the Scarlet Pimpernel would say, "Sink me!"

It sounds like your job, apart from the heinous religion of your unfortunate coworker, rocks the house; corngranulations! AND you get to work with Dwyer (whom I have not seen in 2 years or so)... most excellent. Ride that wave, you bastard. Ride that bad-ass luck.

I'm moving to Asheville next week; how far's High Point? I'll come visit, if you like. Or vice versa. Whatever it is.

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_s_m_i_t_h_ January 28 2005, 18:39:03 UTC
i think asheville might be about two hours away or so. like knoxville -- we'll talk later once you get acclimated -- by the way, i called that lady back as a reference and said nothing but bad things about you. made up horrendous lies. i'm surprised you got the apt. after what i said about your faulkneresque pyrophilia

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I would have gone to a birthday party in your car (Shotgun!) dolores_haze January 29 2005, 00:38:08 UTC
Pre-MAD MAX, you remind me a lot of Peter Dinklelage's character in THE STATION AGENT (not physically, of course). . .like the incarnation of the bluegrass mountain valleys I've only visited here.

You need an NPR show.

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