open scale market toward skylark on the east side of manhattan bridge
anonymous
April 9 2006, 17:34:03 UTC
I'm working on your letter. And picking up sticks.
Also, you typed yours. So I might type mine. Or I'll type half of it.
And I'm at Grandpa's (I'll explain later.) I mean, I don't live here. But I'll explain later. And my Grandma thinks I'm a bum. Explain later, explain later.
It's about silver platters and silver things. And polishing. But pronounced POH-LISH-EENG. And 1943.
And also.
I miss you. A lot. And I'm glad you don't hate me. Or if you do Hate me, you haven't said it outright. And it was nice to hear from you, too.
Re: open scale market toward skylark on the east side of manhattan bridgeindeliblyApril 9 2006, 17:55:01 UTC
dillon! when i got the email for this I thought someone made an ad comment on my LJ or something, I was like "what the hell..."...
where have you been? you can't type it. the only reason I typed mine is because every time i tried to write it by hand I would end up working so hard on the introduction, I would fall asleep before the second sentence.
I started to think you were dead. or somewhere playing the buckets for quarters on alphabet street, feeding a drug addiction. mom was concerned, too.
dillon! i hope you have an explination for all of this. I don't hate you.
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Also, you typed yours. So I might type mine. Or I'll type half of it.
And I'm at Grandpa's (I'll explain later.) I mean, I don't live here. But I'll explain later. And my Grandma thinks I'm a bum. Explain later, explain later.
It's about silver platters and silver things. And polishing. But pronounced POH-LISH-EENG. And 1943.
And also.
I miss you.
A lot. And I'm glad you don't hate me. Or if you do Hate me, you haven't said it outright. And it was nice to hear from you, too.
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where have you been? you can't type it. the only reason I typed mine is because every time i tried to write it by hand I would end up working so hard on the introduction, I would fall asleep before the second sentence.
I started to think you were dead. or somewhere playing the buckets for quarters on alphabet street, feeding a drug addiction. mom was concerned, too.
dillon! i hope you have an explination for all of this. I don't hate you.
-B
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