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Feb 09, 2006 16:03

I am at my mother's elementary school. She is conferencing with the mother of a kindergartener. The kindergartener himself is present. A cute, hyperactive little boy who is now drawing me a picture. He is drawing me a picture because he kept walking over while my mom was trying to talk with his mom. So she told him to draw me a picture ( Read more... )

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iambicbongos February 10 2006, 02:26:46 UTC
Two spaces, everyone.
Two spaces.

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chelsea_shay February 10 2006, 02:51:52 UTC
aww!!!!! I miss your mom and her school and all the little kiddies.
But, I must say, I don't miss doing all the paper organizing crap that we had to do that one day. Haha, it makes me antsy just thinking about it. I love you. see you tomorrow and the day after that and maybe the day after that...

PS, are you still calling me tonight about bonnarooooo? My mom isn't home yet, so i have no idea what the deal is as far as ticket purchases are concerned. I guess I'll talk to you about it tomorrow.
MWAH.

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iambicbongos February 10 2006, 03:21:03 UTC
I called you 8,000 times!!! hahaha

My mom gave me a check.
It's on.

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cu_roi February 10 2006, 23:34:53 UTC
I have two hundered pages of loggage in the top drawer of my desk, and after every sentence, throughout all two hundred pages, there are two spaces. Ergo, it's not up open to debate. You must depress that space bar twice, after every thought. If you do not, then you will feel the flames of hell.

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