Friday Jun 11, 2004

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surreal please excuse me while i die. i just sent an email to lawrence raab, my favorite favorite favorite poet ever, because he's at a school like 2 hours away from me, and i got this cute little automated response:

I will not be receiving e-mail messages from May 20 to June 17. You can reach
me through my wife's e-mail, [her address is here] Or leave a message at my home
phone: [HIS FREAKING HOME PHONE NUMBER IS HERE]. Thanks, Larry




holy goodness gracious oh my god i have like my idol's home fucking phone number. this is the guy who's words i have tattooed on my body. that's how much i love him.

not that i'll ever use the phone number...but...oh my fucking goodness gracious me.

eeek eeek eeek eeek eeek


ps--does that mean that my email didn't go to his inbox? perhaps i should resent it after june 17th. hmmm... still tho. i'm like aaagghhhhh! eeek

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pb:
the email did get to him, the response is there to let you know he's not around to read it. that's kinda crazy that is home number is there. i'm sure its burning a hole in your brain right now.

you should simply take a pic of your tat and send it to him. that would be cool, yeah?

whatcha doin, sexxy?

me? just coming off a 14 day at work. headed off to bed with a beer and my birthday suit to read some more endless nights. yum.


-pb mad
boundcreature:
no, but it sure would've been funny if i talked shit on you and expected you not to notice.

bedtime before midnight. AWESOME.

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call his wife. form a relationship with her. worm your way into his world when he gets back and then do something crazy that would make a good Womens Entertainment / Lifetime Original movie.

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