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I don't have the resolve it would take to count all of those balloons. it sure would be impressive, though, if they managed to fit 99 of them.

the papers that I'm writing are papers from last semester that represent two incompletes I received, to be completed by the end of this term. without a passing grade in my history of philosophy course, I will be made to retake it for my minor. I'll walk tomorrow with everyone else, but I'll have to take a course over the summer or in the fall, which will cost me extra moneys and will disappoint my father. these things seem insignificant next to global extinction of the species, but they feel important at 6 in the morning.

well not that its all that interesting, but if you ever feel the need to get the fuck out of dodge, youve got a place to crash in tejas.
for realz
just dont bring any of that salsa they make in NEW YORK CITY



i cant think of anything original to show you just yet so for now ill just say i hope you feel better

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I'll be living in my car in Vancouver starting Sunday. You could sleep in the passenger seat if you promise not to snore.

'Dude Where's My Swan' was my favourite fowl-based Ashton Kuthcer vehicle.

oh no. why were you crying?





other than a total lack of DrStinkypants in your real life, i mean

Try being ugly once in while. Guaranteed no physical compliments, or your social life back.

*comes slinking back*

Hello I've been wanting to say that since I returned, but I felt bad about not keeping in touch. Sorry lass After reading your April 3rd entry, I was dying to tell you that you are the female Chuck Palahniuk and that you should try beating the shit out of yourself in front of your workmates.

Well anyhoo.

Oh, and nobody needs to tell you you're cute.

Does not your cuteness cause dogs to SFTU? Or do they smell the yummy cats? I hope they quiet down.

thanks for the thought!
The poop thought!

Monday Night, my brother and I are gonna run around and get shit done! I plan on a small, but essential move that night. I hope to get some house work done also. I have not heard from the blue couch person yet, but hope to soon. I love those.

Take care.

aww man. ya got me. you're correct on both accounts! my current need for attention is bottomless and I don't think I can live one more day without my heart boxers! at least I think those ones had the hearts.

you'd think a little swap wouldn't require so much energy. i can always stop by your house on a weekend if you're still occasionally hangin around that joint.

blah blah. a drag show calls...

I only wish it had smoked mozzarella.

You're going to be level 9 any day now...

wow... well it was to amusing to read about at least.

My daughter just had a baby! hehe

Eesh. I'm so glad that my library job is relatively low-patron interaction. Though I still have to deal with the screaming children (our section's shelving carts are about 3 feet from the children's room.). And there are other unique annoyances.

Hopefully you don't get asked several times a day if you work there like I do... (me with my photo nametag and my cart full of books that I am putting on the shelf.).

Or basic questions about the layout that could be answered by a mere glance at a sign. Any sign, really.

I'm quite certain that you deal with the cell phone plague less. Those people never use them anywhere other than the stacks and quiet study areas.

And the grade school kids whose parents use the library as a corral for their wild offspring until they can drop by and pick them up.

So: know that you are not alone.

not much else is sexier than a woman riding an automaton.

anyway! how was your move? this week is my spring break so my schedule is quite flexible for swappage. are there some days or times when you're free? I could even stop by your place, if needed. I don't really care. as long as we find something that works, eh?
-vanish-

I can see it, She-devil. I can see you up in the bell-tower, with a giant magnifying glass, just garlin all mean-eyed at people, and them puffing up and turning into dustbunnies and blowing away. Then the army comes, and there is a dramatic showdown in the cantina.

mixed metaphors are the cream in my bread and butter.

I'm saving that picture.