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dammit man, that made me cry. it wasn't good to hear it. or see it. it was painful. why? it's true. why does the truth so often hurt?

you're a leo-tard. you know, if you hadn't written about the "title wave" i'd be utterly lost in a fit of post-blacksheep depression.

You are right the Smiths fucking rule. I hope your cat is ok. Wish you were closer or I would tell you to come see me. SO tell me what the story behind Tiamat is?

(smile) it will be nice to hear another story of Tiamat from someone else this time....

i would really like to make it so you never ever feel abandoned again. that would be a pretty special power if i could harness it.

i check my mailbox each day.

I cannot believe there's no comment here.

i too am shocked.

i hope you are sleeping deep and dreaming sweet. have you decided what you'll do this weekend?

i really want to know what Bigfoot and Chewbacca would do.... dance? sing? and if they were to fight, who would win? Chewie... he had guns. duh. ok, i thought through that one on my own.

she still burns. sleep is not coming to me. i'll think about spending the night on a frozen tundra inside the dead Tonton i opened to keep warm. that should do it, shouldn't it? but what if i think of Princess Lea??? royally screwed. ugh. help! i can't turn my head off. it's like the uber spyware i seem to have contracted. intractable. "you leave me here burning in this desert without you" gotta love Sarah. yup, i'm just babbling and not even the contents of my soul are involved. just random thoughts and bits of song. like "your fingernails go dragging down the wall, be careful darling you might fall." do you like the Elvis Costello?

There you are!

i would tell you about the picture if i knew anything about it. i can't remember when i found it. i obviously saved it. i was looking through some images i've kept and that one seemed to express everything i could possibly attempt to put words to, and some things i simply cannot.

i don't like the way i feel right now.

trash cans? who the hell steals trash cans?

maybe the garbage men thought the cans were trash too? i taped a sign to an old one for them to take it too -- they didnt' though. i had to call and remind them. what sort of trash do you make? anything valuable? were they empty? full of kitty litter? nuclear waste? cuz i'd like some of that shit. hum. i think i'd stick with the bewilderment and skip the angry.

lol....i dunno

i'm so glad you liked it.

i've been grinning all day too.

how are you affected by misery?

when do you let go of your misery? is there any particular thing that tends to happen?

are you currently in a state of misery?

why do you hold onto it?

Glad you're doing well sweetie. My roomates(boys) are always playing the playstation 2.

happy turkey day!

The Millinery
www.ByMichelle.com

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oh, I sent the directions via email. :o)

[Edited on Nov 22, 2004 11:52PM]

my god. i missed the "squeeze" command before. see what happens when you get parasols involved! (i'm sticking my tongue out at you)