Oct 16, 2006 05:40
My Dear Mira,
I saw Sam from ages past in the Co-Op tonight, he works there now. I went to his register. He is not as attractive as I remember, why were we all ga-ga over him? Whatever. I now have all the ingredients I need for cookies. Fuck bread, man.
Sincerely,
Patrick
My Dear Anthony,
Why the hell don't you call me every other hour? I feel neglected. I had a freaky dream last night that we were at Search, except all the people in the dream never went to Search, they were all people I know from college, and through some scheduling mess-up made by yours truly we were going to perform Turn Around way too early, during daylight! And I was watching the rehearsal of it, and they were rehearsing all half-assed like. Jackasses.
Love,
Patrick the Boundless
P.S.
The Gospel of Thomas isn't Gnostic because it predates Gnosticism. Now, go tear that argument apart.
My Dear Tyler,
Where the hell are you? No, like, seriously, I haven't seen you since, like, 1976. We're doing something on Wednesday and you can't stop it. We have a script to write, after all.
Sincerely
Director Malloy
My Dear Kate,
We should totally hang out on Wednesday. I'm doing something with Tyler but I don't mind blowing him off.
Patrick
jackasses,
dreams,
friends,
plans