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Aug 01, 2005 13:51

This last week officially topped out as utterly terrible ( Read more... )

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anonymous August 1 2005, 22:24:29 UTC
I'm glad that you're not penting things up and...I'm very sorry for your loss. I've been thinking happy thoughts for you.

Oh how I wish to have known that you were going to the block party. :::sigh::: In your last journal entry, I asked you if you were going but you must not have seen it or something.

Lastly, I'm SO happy that you're enthralled with that thing called "love". :]

Fabian

P.S. I hope your ailment becomes not so mysterious so you can properly treat/vanquish whatever it is. <3

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burntcorners August 1 2005, 22:49:35 UTC
I actually saw the entry that you left about going to the block party yesterday morning, but didn't write anything back...mostly because I assumed you had already left. I looked for you all day but never found you.

Thanks for the happy thoughts. I really appreciate them. And the wishes towards wellness as well.

I hope all is well with you. Seriously, we need to get together and go do something soon. Go to a show or something. I mean it. This must be arranged!

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anonymous August 2 2005, 17:26:45 UTC
Arrangements would definitely rock.

The Dirt of Luck was a good album.

You will get better. When I think of you, one of the things that comes to mind is how very healthy, ever-radiant and energetic you are. You are going to get better, and..maybe it will turn out to be something as "simple" as an allergy?

For what it's worth, positive energy can go a long way and I am wishing you well. I can't wait until the post saying that you are back to normal.

Best thoughts and wishes,

Fabian

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youdoandidont August 2 2005, 13:20:24 UTC
Oh my god.
Those pictures are so hot.
I totally want to make out.

...with Dan.

Also, I'm jealous that you got to see Mary Timony.
Did you know that her drummer is Devin Ocampo from Faraquet and Medications?
It's true.

I'm sorry things are bad but glad that things are good.
I love you.

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burntcorners August 5 2005, 19:07:25 UTC
I love you Keenan.

And Dan confirmed with me this morning. He wants to make out with you too. Oh baby. Our plane to Georgia leaves this afternoon.

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anonymous August 2 2005, 18:57:49 UTC
Way to pimp your friend's death on Live Journal. I don't mean you should pretend it never happend but... shit, is nothing sacred anymore from the internet?

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anonymous August 2 2005, 19:39:47 UTC
Ya. Way to be a cowardly anonymous asshole. It's her fucking journal and she can do whatever she wants with it. I can't believe how vastly insensitive you are.

Fabian

P.S. Brook, I don't know that it's my place to interject like that but...that person is truly pathetic.

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anonymous August 3 2005, 04:48:12 UTC
My name is Jacob Crosby. I don't know this person, but I thought her posts about her "friend" were extremely insensitive. I am an asshole. No, I don't care that I am either. I call them like I see them and it seems you're friend Brook is starved for attention.

Jacob

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anonymous August 3 2005, 17:03:24 UTC
Oh my. Ok Mr. self-proclaimed asshole...YOU are the one who is looking for attention. In fact, I don't know why I dignified you with a response in the first place. If you were a non-mean-spirited jerkoff then I would ask you to apologize, but you're obviously not human enough to heed gentlemanly advice. So basically, just shut the fuck up.

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eep. svenbjorn August 17 2005, 10:02:40 UTC
i recall taking you to the hospital for something similar. you told the receptionist you were "broken" and she was not remotely amused. i slashed her tires later. the drugs you took probably blanked that portion of the evening out. *cough*

where's the girl i knew?

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Re: eep. burntcorners August 22 2005, 02:52:48 UTC
For years now I simply assumed that the recollection I have of walking from the emergency room to find you mildly crazy-eyed and sharpening what appeared to be a hunting knife was nothing more than the hospital’s drugs bubbling through my capillaries. But now, sheesh, everything makes sense.

Jeremiah McGuire. I have not spoken with you in eons. What are you doing? Where are you at? What happened to the boy I knew?

As for the girl you knew...she grew up. I’m 24 now! Can you believe this mushugula? I’m like a grandma. And you, what are you now...27 if my senile memory still serves...jeez. We should seriously get together. Go out for some Moroccan food. I’ll have my secretary email you my phone number. Hopefully your email address hasn't changed in five years time.

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