just so you know, ray bradbury's going to live forever

Mar 19, 2007 02:39

     I'm sitting here enmeshed in what my life is shortly going to become and feeling it to the absolute capacity.  I am tuned in to the reality that i can not possibly image the full extent, that the near future is i can possibly overanalyse and predict.  I'm very aware of the fact that i'm jumping into something head first that i am clueless ( Read more... )

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vichara March 19 2007, 17:16:41 UTC
can i just say i love you for commenting on the subject line?

granted, you know what i'm talking about (and sat next to me for a lot of it, as the daily shoulder rubs.) but that just makes your post even more perfect.

wow, i just reread what i wrote, much more obvious than i thought that i didn't proofread that shit. it was the touchpad's fault, i tell you.

and, because there's no way to say this without a tone of 'Itoldyouso': wasn't it just a few days ago that we were very set in our respective corners about this? cause i distinctly remember standing by the kaldi newspaper stacks and yelling (well, my version of yelling) 'no he didn't die three years ago!' okay, yes, i'm still shoving this back in your face. but you know i jest out of love.

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antilera March 19 2007, 17:15:17 UTC
I'm curious. =) Hope you're doing...well? You're not going to go off and join the Foreign Legion, are you?

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e_4 March 19 2007, 18:55:35 UTC
It sounds like you're happier or at least closer to being so than in a while; for that I'm delighted for you. We mostly only saw each other in passing during school, but I like you a lot, and wish you all the best and I hope I'll get to know you a bit better over time 'cause you're a really cool person, Shel'!

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do_something March 23 2007, 18:21:43 UTC
Hey Shel,

We should catch up. Call me sometime?

Miriam

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gnndrcvr March 27 2007, 14:03:34 UTC
*hug*lovelovelove*hug* where are you when i want to play mario kart?

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