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[Michael] Sometimes you make me feel inferior. And sometimes I do feel as if you are my father. But I guess that's what true friends are for. You really bring my hopes down. Sometimes a reality check is in place, but it shouldn't be every waking moment. You've been a little melancholy lately, and I hope things progress in your life. That's everything I have to say to you. Thank you for being there when my mind was in space, and when I needed, and even when I didn't need, the help. [/Michael]
Your sickness is my health.
[Travis] Put on your elbow. It's time for reconstructive plastic surgery. We'll smoke some tea bags. 'Cause it's time for reconstructive plastic surgery. Right. So. Yeah. We are Mandy Patriot and Travis Patriot. And we support Bush and the Bush Administration to the fullest extent. And you've taught your stomach how to sing "the beautiful belly!" to the tune of Marilyn Manson. That takes talent. (Sigh) I miss the nights where there was no silence in my house. Besides the time after we watched my Texas Chainsaw dvd and no one was home so I was afraid to move. ABC Billiards, Bush and Oasis, random boys trying to pick me up by singing "Wonderwall" directly at me, then asking what the song was. Starbucks and freestyles. Yelling at girls who cry "rape". Watching Alex get punched in the face, by a girl nontheless. Sev's and caramelo. Aqua Teen pins. How the distance got shorter and shorter every trip from the pool hall to Starbucks. "EAS-SIDE SHOCKAAA'Z!" out the window of my car. Starting every conversation with either MOO, QUACK, or OINK. And sometimes "THE ATTACK OF 98 wants to directly connect." Please call me more often, I miss your guts. [/Travis]
Tilt your hat, angle is attitude.
[Joseph] Just shut up and get over it. We will always, no matter what indifference, be friends. If not that, then aquaintances. (Yeah, get it, get it!) And sometimes you're right, I can be a pompous asshole. I try. But then again, you are an "emo dinosaur". I've gotten very mixed signals from you lately, and I fear it might not only be my fault. Try to work things out with you and the ex. Because, God knows, how long it will be before you find another blue-eyed Sofia. You are the great. And you're...Joe. That's just it. You're Joe. Thats why we put up with so much bullshit from eachother. We've had some memorial times. Getting wasted at ten in the morning, going to JamaicaMart for half-priced buttered rolls, hiding in closets, fighting over thoughtless shit neither of us will remember in five years, crying to Cowboy Bepop (The Movie), laughing at Texas Chainsaw, falling asleep to The Postal Service, waking up to The Royal Tenenbaum's dvd menu, Akira, living with you after getting kicked out of my only home. You took me in. You are a true friend. And your family owns. Just, thank you. [/Joseph]
One person in America commits suicide every 18 minutes.
[Audrey] I'm sorry, darling. I really do hope things turn out for the best. Please try to reinstate your faith in better days. Because we really shouldn't overreact over whatever higher power dealt you (and me) a bad card. Things will get better. I've been through it, and we all have. Because there were times where I have stared directly through your dimly lit eyes, and have seen the most elegant of pristine graces glaring back at me. My friend. My companion. We have such similarities combining us. Please, try to make better decisions. I, among many others, care about your health and good-will. Don't let a "man" bring you down. Because if he's that selfish to not hear you out, then maybe I am a cynic. And maybe he's not such a man after all. I will be here for you, trust me with everything you own. Besides, I am fully aware of what is going on. Believe it or not. You can call me wherever, and whenever, and I'd be glad to talk to you for hours on end. You are a real person. And I admire you for that. I really fucking do. Godspeed, my dear friend, godspeed to you. [/Audrey]
And for the lesser aquainted...
[Jared] Otherwise known as, Jakfjasdf. I met you, you drove me home, we bonded (I guess you can say). You're interesting. You have my hat. Keep in touch, stranger. [/Jared]
Murderous, murderous warmth.
[LSD] I apologize. For I have yet to have another kick-ass K-Mart sesh with my dear friend. Rockin' some FOW and Outkast fo' riz. I've been busy and whatnot with work and school. Trust me, we'll get our chance to hang. We best. Because YOU HAVE MY SCARF. And I have your zip-up. [/LSD]
1 2 3, 1 2 3, keep it up, 1 2 3. Savor it.
[Cara] Miscarried fetus' scare me while I'm in the bathroom. You're the sex. And the coolest. Ever. I met Snoop Dogg, so I'm only slighly awesome-er than you. You're my favourite internet buddy. Starting...NOW! [/Cara]
I'd look funny in a corset.
[Myself] I don't know what's up with you. Lately your judgement has been...well you're judgement's always crappy. But on the other hand, you're a cool girl who makes random friends at absolutly random times. Keep up the good work. I think. [/Myself]
Tonight we dance, for tomorrow they release the dogs.
[Michael] Sometimes you make me feel inferior. And sometimes I do feel as if you are my father. But I guess that's what true friends are for. You really bring my hopes down. Sometimes a reality check is in place, but it shouldn't be every waking moment. You've been a little melancholy lately, and I hope things progress in your life. That's everything I have to say to you. Thank you for being there when my mind was in space, and when I needed, and even when I didn't need, the help. [/Michael]
Your sickness is my health.
[Travis] Put on your elbow. It's time for reconstructive plastic surgery. We'll smoke some tea bags. 'Cause it's time for reconstructive plastic surgery. Right. So. Yeah. We are Mandy Patriot and Travis Patriot. And we support Bush and the Bush Administration to the fullest extent. And you've taught your stomach how to sing "the beautiful belly!" to the tune of Marilyn Manson. That takes talent. (Sigh) I miss the nights where there was no silence in my house. Besides the time after we watched my Texas Chainsaw dvd and no one was home so I was afraid to move. ABC Billiards, Bush and Oasis, random boys trying to pick me up by singing "Wonderwall" directly at me, then asking what the song was. Starbucks and freestyles. Yelling at girls who cry "rape". Watching Alex get punched in the face, by a girl nontheless. Sev's and caramelo. Aqua Teen pins. How the distance got shorter and shorter every trip from the pool hall to Starbucks. "EAS-SIDE SHOCKAAA'Z!" out the window of my car. Starting every conversation with either MOO, QUACK, or OINK. And sometimes "THE ATTACK OF 98 wants to directly connect." Please call me more often, I miss your guts. [/Travis]
Tilt your hat, angle is attitude.
[Joseph] Just shut up and get over it. We will always, no matter what indifference, be friends. If not that, then aquaintances. (Yeah, get it, get it!) And sometimes you're right, I can be a pompous asshole. I try. But then again, you are an "emo dinosaur". I've gotten very mixed signals from you lately, and I fear it might not only be my fault. Try to work things out with you and the ex. Because, God knows, how long it will be before you find another blue-eyed Sofia. You are the great. And you're...Joe. That's just it. You're Joe. Thats why we put up with so much bullshit from eachother. We've had some memorial times. Getting wasted at ten in the morning, going to JamaicaMart for half-priced buttered rolls, hiding in closets, fighting over thoughtless shit neither of us will remember in five years, crying to Cowboy Bepop (The Movie), laughing at Texas Chainsaw, falling asleep to The Postal Service, waking up to The Royal Tenenbaum's dvd menu, Akira, living with you after getting kicked out of my only home. You took me in. You are a true friend. And your family owns. Just, thank you. [/Joseph]
One person in America commits suicide every 18 minutes.
[Audrey] I'm sorry, darling. I really do hope things turn out for the best. Please try to reinstate your faith in better days. Because we really shouldn't overreact over whatever higher power dealt you (and me) a bad card. Things will get better. I've been through it, and we all have. Because there were times where I have stared directly through your dimly lit eyes, and have seen the most elegant of pristine graces glaring back at me. My friend. My companion. We have such similarities combining us. Please, try to make better decisions. I, among many others, care about your health and good-will. Don't let a "man" bring you down. Because if he's that selfish to not hear you out, then maybe I am a cynic. And maybe he's not such a man after all. I will be here for you, trust me with everything you own. Besides, I am fully aware of what is going on. Believe it or not. You can call me wherever, and whenever, and I'd be glad to talk to you for hours on end. You are a real person. And I admire you for that. I really fucking do. Godspeed, my dear friend, godspeed to you. [/Audrey]
And for the lesser aquainted...
[Jared] Otherwise known as, Jakfjasdf. I met you, you drove me home, we bonded (I guess you can say). You're interesting. You have my hat. Keep in touch, stranger. [/Jared]
Murderous, murderous warmth.
[LSD] I apologize. For I have yet to have another kick-ass K-Mart sesh with my dear friend. Rockin' some FOW and Outkast fo' riz. I've been busy and whatnot with work and school. Trust me, we'll get our chance to hang. We best. Because YOU HAVE MY SCARF. And I have your zip-up. [/LSD]
1 2 3, 1 2 3, keep it up, 1 2 3. Savor it.
[Cara] Miscarried fetus' scare me while I'm in the bathroom. You're the sex. And the coolest. Ever. I met Snoop Dogg, so I'm only slighly awesome-er than you. You're my favourite internet buddy. Starting...NOW! [/Cara]
I'd look funny in a corset.
[Myself] I don't know what's up with you. Lately your judgement has been...well you're judgement's always crappy. But on the other hand, you're a cool girl who makes random friends at absolutly random times. Keep up the good work. I think. [/Myself]
Tonight we dance, for tomorrow they release the dogs.