Sunday Jul 14, 2002

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I am SO damn tired.

I want to be 21 again, and be able to party like it's 1999.
I am so out of practice. I shall now attempt to increase my alcohol tolerance by imbibing two beers in five minutes.
Okay, so maybe now I'm a bit swishy and have to burp like there's no tomorrow. Hmm, it's okay, though, the only person I'll offend is my cat. Being that I wake up every morning to his ass in my face, I think he has very little room to bitch about my burping.

I've decided to live the life of a forest recluse, because the one girl that makes my heart pitter-patter is too far away to touch, and this just blows.

Grrrrrrr.

Fuck recluse, I'm going to become a monk.

-Scotty

PS I know you're reading this and, yes, I'm still blushing. Damn you.
bailey:
1)there are plenty of forests in MA. (and its for-ests...not far-ests or however your backward assed southern self pronounces it)

2)i like next door to a monkery. monistary (which i dont know how to spell so i renamed it a monkery) i am so not kidding. you just cant escape me.

time for turkey pot pie!
B
zenexistence:
1] First off, Sunshine, my backward ass Southern self is from Rhode Island and that's a hop, skip and a jump from you -- and we say far-est there. It's got nothing to do with my relocation to the armpit of America which is Fla-rida. Disturbingly, I still say wa-ter and not watt-a. Not sure where that part of my New England accent failed.

2] If I lived next to you as a monk [in a monkery], I'm sure that would be about the cruelest form of self-torture ever imaginable.
Also, can you picture me trying to peek in your window and in the process getting my monks robes caught on
a nail, thereby rendering me naked except for the obligatory crucifix? Think of the scandal that THAT would create.

I'm now going to pack my things and head out to the nearest church, to beseech them for information on monkeries in Boston.

-Scotty

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