coffee.

[cari_lynn]

i love to cook. i love to drink. at the hookah bar i gave all my friends with hoodies nicknames based on their colors. there was green poop, death poop, diarrhea, bird poop, and bloody poop. when a random man appeared i exclaimed "too bad you don't have a hoody, sir. you could be plaid poop." i love to eat. i love to sleep and to cuddle. i

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drunken letter

[dancin_fire]

what's your moab address? i have somtehing for you. should i send it to bek? how long will you be there? i want to be in moab with you and bek. my beer is empty somehow. and now i have a full one

Re: drunken letter

[cari_lynn]

i'm not going to moab til next month, so you can send the thing here if you want.

i liked your poop story.

i started to type you a letter back after i got your last package. but i got really sad in the middle of it and haven't finished it.

[theazureman]

When I first moved to the 'ham, there was a kitten that would climb the tree outside my window, and proceed to do the most heart-wrenching mew mew mew mew when it realized it was beyond its particular kitten skill-set.

And for some reason, whoever owned the mite wouldn't come. And I couldn't bear it, having my heart melted by plaintive kitten distress. So I would go out and dutifully climb this pitch-sticky pine tree, always in the dead of f*ing night, and peel the kitten off of whatever branch it was attached to. We would cuddle a bit (it purred like a coal-powered vibrator), then it would toodle off, I'm assuming heading home to a bowl of food and a blankie.

It was kind of like having a dramatic girlfriend. Who climbed trees.

[cari_lynn]

and didn't make out with you. bootiless booty calls in the middle of the night? what a shitty girlfriend.