keeping my feet above the mulch of the barton

[ieatsillygeese]

I spent an hour trying to figure out what the hell the barton is. Still don't know, best guess is that it refers to a farm. It's from Tess of the d'Urbervilles and is quoted in Tyrolean Knockabout by HMHB.

"The dairymaids and men had flocked down from their cottages and out of the dairy-house with the arrival of the cows from the meads; the maids

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don't just do something, stand there

[threewinks]

Disney's Alice in Wonderland would only play in black and white, I'm not sure if it lost something, but I gained more than 200 pounds.

I bailed out of taking Statistics before ever entering the classroom just because I'd heard rumors. I'll probably end up having to take a much nastier math when all is said and done though. There's this one called Mathematical Modeling that gets like 7 ATC goals out of the way and is therefore probably a slaughterhouse for slackers. I'm just biding my time.

Japanese candies and sodas are weird too, something about how they are always sweetened just slightly under how much I want them to be, and taste vaguely of grass.

oh, and if you need my address, piss off, stalker

"Dunederful"

[threewinks]

hey what's that word that means toad-face that can only be known from league of gentlemen? there was some reason i wanted to use it recently, but now that's slipped my mind as well

I'd read those articles if I could remember how to focus my eyes that way

The moon was gibbous last night you batrachian eldrtich lovecraftian creature

[ieatsillygeese]

I don't know about japanese sodas, I had some grape thing, and it had way too much for sugar.

America's Next Top Mathematical Model features sexy geometric equations battling it out to win the approve of our host John Forbes Nash and glitzy panel of former Field's medalists. The accent is certainly on new young talent... Blah Blah, you get the idea. Its funny. Now fuck off.

I learned my lesson after forgetting your address the last two times. I wrote it down somewhere. Wouldn't it be ironic if it was the back of a postcard? Let's ask Alanis.

So apparently I spent 16 hours yesterday studying for an exam that was next Wednesday, not today.

I feel violated.

But you should've seen what I was wearing, any self-respecting, heterosexual, hot-blooded young exam would've raped me, I was asking for it.

Only two left though.

Didn't Lovecraft steal ideas for those beasts right from his dreams?

[threewinks]

This postcard is a nightmare. And brilliant. I should've known it was only a sex thing. I'm half surprised you didn't write vagina instead of VA. What the fuck does it mean to be half surprised?
I'm slowly taking in all the odd miniscule details... and my brain can't quite fathom how you managed it.

Why must you always burden me? I thought I might have lost your address, then I found it again. Not that you should expect anything. Except maybe a bomb.

By the way, if you ever say anything like "fuck you later dollsnatch" in my direction again I'll wash your mouth out with soup. Yeah, probably tomato. Idiot.

I wouldn't know, I'm only referencing Gaiman's short stories which ape Lovecraft,

[ieatsillygeese]

I was tidying up my room, and instead of throwing out stuff, I cut out the revelant bits and glued them to a postcard. Very little thought went into the whole thing which is probably why there's so much going on and and I may have been high when I cut apart Sophie's World, Teabing was just such a stupid name.

Could you post me the soup? I don't want tomato though, I'd like to express a preference for carrot and coriandor.