Late. Again. It's always 1 a.m.

[fullmoonmadness]

Every time I think about writing lately, I find some excuse not to--usually that I'm too tired and my writing always takes so damn long because I often insist on writing by hand. I like the feel of it so much better. I can't draw for shit, but a few of my five or six different schizo handwritings look really neat, and there's something innately

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Rock on, my hypochondiac little butterfly

[anonymous]

So, this would be the infamous live journal. Interesting. It reminds me of when we used to pass notes in class, only I can't draw you little pictures and have the satisfaction of being naughty. Yep, when you grow up it's harder and harder to be naughty without crossing the line into criminal offense. And stuff I used to consider rebellious or mischievous just seems to be a lame attempt at reclaiming my angst-ridden youth. Not that the youth was all that great, but it had its moments. I am pleased to know that you've read all the Dark Tower books. I have also enjoyed the series in its entirety and declare it the finest body of fiction novels ever! We will have to discuss this at length on our next date. Anyhoo, I love you and I will check back here often to see your new entries. Oh, and you should let me take more sexy pictures of you like we used to when you spent the night at my house and put them on your picture page. Oh, yeah.
Your eternal slave-
Kristin

Re: Rock on, my hypochondiac little butterfly

[anonymous]

Just when I think there's nothing to bother dragging my ass out of bed and putting on clean pants for anymore, there's your angry and violent love to keep me going.

I always liked the little pictures you drew me in our naughty high school notes. I remember one time I accidentally left one in Mr. Pate's class and he actually kept it and gave it back to me the next day, casually remarking, "I liked the pictures." Ah, Mr. Pate...

I can't wait til our next date. See if you can talk Anthony into coming down to the Village next weekend--there's a great little bar I'd love for you guys to check out.

Until then, you'll be in my dreams...

Like this one I had where you were being attacked by a giant octopus and I tried to save you but then I got scared and lost control of my bowels a little and then later when you were free you hit me and called me a coward, at which time I lost control of my bowels again. Those kind of dreams.

Love you!!