you can't even conceive how much i never want to see anything like that.
it reminds me of that sequence in the exorcist where she comes down the stairs upside down. i can't even watch that part. things that don't walk right make me uneasy.
parsley tea and vitamin c, between the horns of a dilemma like you wouldn't believe. good thing i paid attention to my lessons in hippie voodoo, non?
i got a little panicky and called svet to see if you were alright because your phone was off. she reassured me, and now i'm...reassured? but still missing you like burning.
today i was racing my dad and listening to memento mori, and i threw up the metal salute for you.
i wish your letter would get here. i wish even more that you were inside of it.
i Really like the part about the fort. you should watch B horror movies, starting at midnight. and in Denver they play a funny game called monster cards. hope you are having a punkrock summer. /nate
cockles and mussles, alive alive-oh._vendettaJune 21 2004, 03:19:26 UTC
the fort was probably the raddest i have ever built. it even had its own lighting.
i don't have any horror movies, so i substituted errol flynn. the sea hawk is almost as apropos of a living room fort as guys in rubber suits stomping on painstakingly tiny models of cities.
they play a lot of funny games in denver, e.g. yeehaw. how does monster cards go?
i would wish you a punkrock summer as well, but i know you're already having one. so just keep on truckin'.
Cursing Heartily at Nothing....yddrdJune 23 2004, 18:27:14 UTC
...I used to do that too - but then Tinequisha from across the duplex wall came over and started yelling at me to "shut it down, punk". Whatever that means *clears head with a shake*
Anyhoozle, I remember at Carden, in 1st grade, I tried a bunch of Shakespearean insults on Mrs. Dalton. Oh boy, did she think it was funny. It was a perfect way to multitask, being that, a.) I was getting satisfaction of confusing and insulting an incompetent teacher, and b.) she thought I was funny and smart. Go figure.
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it reminds me of that sequence in the exorcist where she comes down the stairs upside down. i can't even watch that part. things that don't walk right make me uneasy.
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parsley tea? i sense a dilemma of sorts.
the sun has finally cut the grey here in the mile-high city and janky bicycles will paint the town.
we're having a costumed tea-party today in the garden. i wish you were here to raise pinkies and hell.
still need to talk to you.
ringring, motherfucker.
xoxosarah
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i got a little panicky and called svet to see if you were alright because your phone was off. she reassured me, and now i'm...reassured? but still missing you like burning.
today i was racing my dad and listening to memento mori, and i threw up the metal salute for you.
i wish your letter would get here. i wish even more that you were inside of it.
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/nate
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i don't have any horror movies, so i substituted errol flynn. the sea hawk is almost as apropos of a living room fort as guys in rubber suits stomping on painstakingly tiny models of cities.
they play a lot of funny games in denver, e.g. yeehaw. how does monster cards go?
i would wish you a punkrock summer as well, but i know you're already having one. so just keep on truckin'.
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i'm housesitting again this weekend.
the possibility of having christmas stolen didn't even occur to me!
i will get right on that.
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Anyhoozle, I remember at Carden, in 1st grade, I tried a bunch of Shakespearean insults on Mrs. Dalton. Oh boy, did she think it was funny. It was a perfect way to multitask, being that, a.) I was getting satisfaction of confusing and insulting an incompetent teacher, and b.) she thought I was funny and smart. Go figure.
Word.
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i went into a totally dramatic reenactment of how we used to play prisonball on the boiling asphalt.
and then spent several hours in dreamy reverie.
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