beckadarling

Becka Bee, I have lost your number. My phone has gone dead and my new one doesn't know who you are. You should email me with news of social outgoings. I just play poker with no more cute boys

I like doing the hokey pokey - you get to shake it all about turn yourself around and that's what it's all about

Yeah yea yeah. Now back to reality: do you want aisle or window seat? Vegetarian, kosher, or dead baby moo thing?

May 5th through the rest of my bank account. The 7th, possibly.

You can't spend $200. You can't watch dead people all squished together into 3 minutes. We're going to Rome. You gotta be taking care of yourself.

Tell chip to appreciate what he's got.

Yo, reality check: It is now tuesday.

...i think that even if you invited me in
I might be too shy to cross.

Frightened by your beautiful mouth
struck stiff by the exiting beauty and weight of the words that fall at my feet.

Awefully sweet for unwhispered words. You may have won me over, and I may have blown my chances, but all I smell are dirty feet. The real world anyone? Never quite as pretty as it seems, yet Infinately more beautiful in essence. You are a true poet and lover. You will always get what you want and you will always be dissapointed. No for real.. Thats just words and shit that sound scary.. I like masturbating and slinging poop.. I don't know nothing. I can't tell for shit. I'll talk to you soon.

Is a Goon as good as they say he is? Or is that "eggplant" joke just a myth?

Wild in the streets.

I think you did get me sick... hmmm... what can you do to make it up to me... kisses are a start... Maybe some snuggling and you can read me poetry... I can make you pancakes...lots of butter

But she's not contagious?...

how came you gained that awkward identity of a patient?
hope you are well!

Becka, darling, where are you? I miss you. How are we gonna get Charcuterie to the masses? The masses need Charcuterie. Jesus told me so. (A sly and clever reference to a sly and clever movie. Can you guess which one? If so, you're my hero. If not, you're still my hero.)

Ain't she Sweet?!!

have a goood time.

you totally are!
have cosy christmas days!

Whodda' thunk it?
Merry Christmas.

wow, sounds lika a cosy weekend! i could fall aslepp right now but can't as i promised a friend to later teach him how to cook a, uhm, how do you call it, a white vine sauce, but a bit the foamy type. as you would serve it to fish or even turkey... anyway, i think i gonna cuddle with some cushions right now.

Do you know Arcade Fire from Montreal?
They are magnificent, check 'em out!

I do not know any exotic languages! Alas! Oh, god, I'm such a horrible friend. I've been thinking about you for the last three weeks when anything that even somewhat reminds me of you pops up: fresh flowers, four course meals, The Virgin, curly hair...

Ah, my Becka, I miss you too! I just haven't been in to turning on my computer. I know that's weird, but it's the honest to god truth. More though. I promise.

So what do you want for Christmas? I think I'm going to ask for cashmiere.

Happy Turkey Becka
Your ears must have been ringing - I was taking nice bout you this weekend... sigh

Hello my beauty!!!! How have you been? How was your halloween. Do tell!

Isn't the quota system related to the compulsory percentage rate of francophone artists on French radio/music television somewhat depressing? Other than that I couldn't see why it should be worse in your particular dpartment than in any bigot alpine smalltown community else.

And what are mice to do le jeudi?