Monday Oct 07, 2002

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I love the romance of crime...

Yesterday Megan and I went to Mt. Tabor and played badminton, then we hiked up to the top and acted like the sad bastards we are. Though Megan really isn't a sad bastard at all. I know it's not fair to expect that certain people not be downers, but I do and was consequently feeling a little low by the time I got home. Fortunately I found a message from Dave the former car thief (one detail that never fails to delight me) when I got home, so I ended up hanging out with him and his dalmation. It was a good fix. OH, and after making me all scared that the front axle on my car was going to break any minute, he offered to help me fix it. And free car repairs just cannot be overrated.
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piningshaft:
gah, i'm terrible at coming up with costume ideas. last year i was in new orleans and just wore a new orleans type mask someone gave me. the year before that i let a girl dress me up so our outfits matched. i don't know what i'm going to do this year yet. i tend to procrastinate on things like this. well, on everything really.
grendel:
Crime is romantic, eh? I once shot a man just to watch him die. Then I stole his wallet. Then I stole a car and drank a bottle of lye and drove around until I couldn't see anymore and started running into things. Then I went to the top of the nearest building and screamed "STELLA!!!!!" at the top of my lungs which wasn't very loud what with the lye induced frothing and all. And don't even ask how I got to the top of the nearest building since I wasn't able to see and all.

It was pretty damn sexy, let me tell ya.

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