Well, shit. I was gonna write some very deeply-thought-out entry about the nature of things and how nothing really means anything and everything means something...but Maggie Markie is at Old Town.
you! miss you! o's getting married, can't you come play? if not, i should be able to swing through in the fall for long enough to knock you over the head with a foam hammer and have you living in sin with the circus before you know what's happened...
When's O getting married? I'm working on a movie until mid-october, so I'm completely out of touch with the actual world because i'm working 14-16 hours a day. I'm trying to take some time off in November to go to new york for a week, and then we're having the first annual international new years party at the super-apartment. you should come. but also, i'd love to see you. call me. or hell, i'll try to call you.
maybe we could intercept eachother in ny.. are you driving or flying? good luck with the movie-ness, i'll poke at you more the closer i get. o's married....by the...um...8th? we had an un-batchelor party where we stayed indoors listening to indie shit and thumbing through neat books. i'll squeeze all the lads for you if i make it myself. much lovin- m.
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