Comments | unburiable: I lost another fight tonight and so I don’t think I want to go out with the guys tomorrow.

unburiable

I lost another fight tonight and so I don’t think I want to go out with the guys tomorrow.

Apr 13, 2003 23:42

I took a look down at my slacks and they were pressed. The dress shoes looked like I’d picked them off the shelf at Garsonboles. Before I stepped away from the mirror, an olive colored shirt with a light tweed jacket, split down the middle with a tie from Panda Kayson (the most elegant of the Kayson lines). Elmore snipped my hair yesterday, so it ( Read more... )

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Usually I would find her fondness rather suspect, and with due reason vaughnb April 13 2003, 22:51:01 UTC

A woman with a smile can indeed be a very suspicious thing.

A wineglass of beer looks beautiful in the sour light of the toasting room hall. unburiable April 13 2003, 23:19:06 UTC

“When you take into consideration that behind most of those smiles is just a frown, suspicion can grow so out of proportion that it can make you very sick within a matter of seconds. I myself have found that it’s nicer to drive home alone than to suffer the false bridges seduction makes of fate. We’re not always dealing with our better halves here. I usually want to find someplace to bury the past.”

- Hughton (Terry’s brother), 14 April, 2003 / 2:41pm.

Re: A wineglass of beer looks beautiful in the sour light of the toasting room hall. vaughnb April 14 2003, 00:34:01 UTC

"Our better halves." Always had a few questions on that matter.

At the heart of all matters is what to take when it's over. unburiable April 16 2003, 22:39:22 UTC

What sort of questions?

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anonymous April 19 2003, 01:45:58 UTC

I hate you. I want you. Die.

Prospect City, 12 October, 1922 / Noon. unburiable April 19 2003, 10:50:05 UTC

A caterpillar stepped into the cablecar with intentions to disappear from the city before the river flooded the entire city with fishes and whatnot.

From four states over. unburiable April 19 2003, 14:10:52 UTC

There is no harm meant when all I would like to do is ride the traincars toward Pumpkin SE Avenue. All manners of device have implemented themselves to do away with my ability to make good on such astonishingly simple procedures. Where are all the whirligigs now? I should like to lay my head down on a comfortable shoulder for once in my short life, right before the ugliest of all angels (that bastard with the trumpet) swoops down with claws to grasp me.

Louis Yorba is a complete asshole.

anonymity is for geeks (and me). anonymous April 19 2003, 11:22:26 UTC

nice diction, jerk.