I'm sure they do have apple juice at Lula, and it probably comes with a side of pretension. Y'all should come down either Friday or Saturday night to get your last and only chance to see me carelessly plate desserts and soak through a dishwasher shirt.
Crap, I was hoping you'd be there tonight so I could send something back to the kitchen like pasta yia yia with the name BUSEY spelled out in garlic chips.
I went to an arts highschool (and college and now grad schoo...Oh. ok. Yes. Arts everything) and there was a little violinist named Amy. Amy was a vewy good mormon. And she used to try to talk me into gettin a little mormoning in on the weekends. The "You could come to church with me you dirty whore sinner!" route.
i have been reading the hell out of your journal (which you already knew I was doing) and am especially appreciative of these mormon moments. I wish I had gone with Amy, just once, if only for microwaved-insides feeling large groups of mormons give me.
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Then again, maybe you shouldn't.
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I went to an arts highschool (and college and now grad schoo...Oh. ok. Yes. Arts everything) and there was a little violinist named Amy. Amy was a vewy good mormon. And she used to try to talk me into gettin a little mormoning in on the weekends. The "You could come to church with me you dirty whore sinner!" route.
i have been reading the hell out of your journal (which you already knew I was doing) and am especially appreciative of these mormon moments. I wish I had gone with Amy, just once, if only for microwaved-insides feeling large groups of mormons give me.
-hiro
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Just thinking of the mysteries soon to unfold gives me the chills.
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