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[squawg]

um for some reason I can only see the one most recent friends post. which is infuriating but I don't have the patience to deal with it right now, BECAUSE

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[crazycrazylena]

Please come home now.
I miss you.

Thanks.

-Lena

[bluehollis]

Lesley. You were in the insane dream I just woke up from. We threw a party and a bunch of people at our party got this fatal old-timey fever that makes the skin around your eyes turn pink. We (about five random people and myself) were quarantined in this apartment with the dead bodies and I was helping an unrelated murder investigation and we didn't get sick but then eventually we did. (I touched my eyes after trying to clean up a dead body.) We were so devastated to be dying that we decided to put on an impromptu musical in a big auditorium for everyone we knew, and this is where you came in as director and possibly were also sick. After I made my first appearance onstage, we were asking our sciencey friends backstage to describe exactly how we would die, in what order our organs would shut down over the next twelve hours. (I think somebody said something about fatal uteran hemorrhage-- what an asshole.) Towards the end I was sitting in the front row and three different people had their arm around me to comfort me, which was so

[squawg]

actual cards? bitch, you old.

there is nothing about this dream that isn't amazing. me criticizing heidi montag, uteran hemorrhage, deathly pink eye, superfluous yet weirdly meaningful musical... sometimes I wish dreams could come true. until they become a little horrifying, which is usually the case.

[squawg]

YES. come to DC, and you can crash with us. and we can show you non-lame places. I'll be back in Texas for a week or so in early June, like, June 5th-12th or something, so don't plan it then. But aside from that I'm pretty flexible.