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[donatien]

Update: I am alive.

It has occurred to me, after a concerned 2am phone call last night, that not all of you are aware of the fact that I have in fact not been raped and left for dead in a dark alley, or perhaps a stranger's condominium.  The lack of communication from me has been due to the fact that my computer has died but not in the cool

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hmm

[anonymous]

I think I stated it best in my dealy that you were in fact alive.

The person that called you sounds awesome/slightly drunk.

Stay alive.

Eric

Re: hmm

[donatien]

Much thanks for concern and drunken phone calls. I can never get tired of those.

looking for a distraction!?!

[anonymous]

from Descartes!?!?!...

okay, i believe that you wern't raped or left for dead on the weekend... but... that's because... you're NOT JOVANA! the real jovana must be dead... and, if this is the real you, you might as well consider yourself dead... dead to me, that's what you are!!

a distraction from descartes... bah...

i thought i knew you

~john

ps, how'd the date go?

Re: looking for a distraction!?!

[donatien]

Sometimes, John, my brain feels as it may come to life and eat me. And I need to be distracted. However, each day is a new one, and my relationship with Rene is refreshed.

The date was quite the event. The city of Toronto burned.

Re: looking for a distraction!?!

[anonymous]

"Sometimes, John, my brain feels as it may come to life and eat me."

The Seasquirt actually does this. It has a brain and is a water animal while it does. When it settles into an area it digests its brain and then it becomes a plant. Ok, so it doesnt just eat itself but it eats its damn brain. I learned this in communications class today for some reason.

Clearly the most useful thing I will learn from this university experience.

Eric

Re: looking for a distraction!?!

[anonymous]

nicenice :D

who is Rene?
(out of the loop)

-kevin

In the words of the legendary Mike Mitzel, "BU'N A SPLIFF? SPLIFF! BU'N A SPLIFF, GUY?"

[anonymous]

God forbid, we open a door. What would come with something new? I don't understand the fear of it. We are allowed to get tired of everything. There's always something else out there that can call at you, and you don't know what to make of it. Why would anyone run away from that?

Was it Saturday morning? Was it Friday night? Was it both? All I know is that I don't know. We need to recover from such things. We need to run away.

Chris(?)

what?

[anonymous]

I don't understand.

Eric

Re: what?

[anonymous]

ditto.

~john

Re: what?

[anonymous]

You're right. Disregard it.

Citrusly yours,

The C-MAN.

I don't know what Chris means, but

[anonymous]

I'm glad that you're still alive Jovo, despite your rash, risky adventure on said night.
May your computer rest in peace, it will be missed.

[anonymous]

glad to hear your alive :D

<3

-kevin