I feel like there's a whole nest of them buggers in my lungs, buzzin' around, makin' life all difficult for me. bastards.
My big sis DOES love me??? Kleins... calvins... underwear... men, yum.
Tell her I can be reach in three ways, a) telepathy; b)stalking; c)by phone. But why use such silly, primative methods when I can just email her. I love her. make sure she knows that. Dawn, remember when she made me take the umbrellas out of my hair at misty's wedding??? I wore them for like 20 minutes and no one noticed and the first thing out of her mouth was "elizabeth n*** take those out of your hair right now." sorry about the *** i like to stay illusive when the opportunity presents itself.
Liz... move to the city with me, dawn, and the rest of your homeless comrads. we want you there. this is an order. and do not mistake my seriousness.
i think we should road trip to carrots again soon. that way we can hang out in a computer store for three hours while carrot decides which laptop she wants, the black or the black. big head and dirty-haired actor boy can entertain us.
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replace actor boy with model boy... and add short in with that mix.
i wish there was a way to portray a fozzie-esk jig across the screen of the computer and the big wooden hook coming out and yanking him off. that would be how i'd end all my emails...... and blogs.
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