look what the cat dragged in!somadreamMarch 10 2005, 00:03:26 UTC
hey, remember that time when livia was going to call you and invite you to be her date to a guitar wolf concert on friday night? yeah, that was today. and it is going to happen.
and yes, you have my permission to go. because john #2 is going to be my date. f-u-c-k-i-n-g weird, huh? ask for explanations later. i've got to get through "this" somehow.
that is, unless you decide you absolutely don't want to go. in which case, please come to my apartment as soon as possible, gather my mutilated corpse, and bury it under a lone willow tree, while a trumpet blows "taps" gently on the breeze, and cry, whispering my sweet sweet name over the lapping of god's soft clouds against the sky. poor poor me. i lived such a sorrowful life.
I am sitting in 129 right now, and you are in the main office. I THOUGHT UNTIL THIS EXACT MINUTE (2:51 PM) THAT PAYDAY WAS NOT UNTIL THE 15TH! WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME!? I am not only overjoyed, but feel like the biggest dumbass ever to live for having planned out how to make the four dollars in my bag last until Tuesday.
2. I could buy 120 packages of Oriental Flavored Top Ramen, and a Single Stick.
This, Rachel, is why I love you. I hope, financial worries aside, that you are plugging along in your new apartment, fueled by Rossi, the antics of #2, Russia, ciggaz and death. I hope I am not stereotyping you based on past observations, but judging by this entry, it appears that the starmaking qualities of the Orheim have not been too warped-out-of-recognition.
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and yes, you have my permission to go. because john #2 is going to be my date. f-u-c-k-i-n-g weird, huh? ask for explanations later. i've got to get through "this" somehow.
that is, unless you decide you absolutely don't want to go. in which case, please come to my apartment as soon as possible, gather my mutilated corpse, and bury it under a lone willow tree, while a trumpet blows "taps" gently on the breeze, and cry, whispering my sweet sweet name over the lapping of god's soft clouds against the sky. poor poor me. i lived such a sorrowful life.
ps: you are going.
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This, Rachel, is why I love you.
I hope, financial worries aside, that you are plugging along in your new apartment, fueled by Rossi, the antics of #2, Russia, ciggaz and death. I hope I am not stereotyping you based on past observations, but judging by this entry, it appears that the starmaking qualities of the Orheim have not been too warped-out-of-recognition.
A la vida,
Kris
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