it's my voodoo workin'
i am the most charismatic salesperson to grace the face of this chunk of earth.
when people buy books about saving the planet i want to hug them. tell them that they are what we need not recruits and definitely not my brother.
i've been trying not to hate him, i really have. today he calls:
"red river bookstore"
"is dennis there?"
"yes, but he's putting up a poster. you can chat with me for a minute until he's done!"
"no i just want to talk to dennis"
"well, you can't just yet. he's putting up a poster."
"i'll wait"
okay, my attempts at sisterhood are a little weak. i don't know how to do it, to be perfectly frank. my inability to have love with my brother is one of the definingly BAD qualities i have- which are few and far between. when you weigh this against my awkward facial expressions, my sex-goddessery, how fast i can walk, the fact that i have not yet been hit by a car, my ability to find books for people and my remarkable memory it's OBVIOUS i'm MYSTIFYINGLY intriguing not to mention a beauteous freak.
i love love love making lists for packing. i would post it here but it is exceedingly boring, just know it contains
A PLEASANT NATURE and
SMARTS.
(caffeine makes me unable to resist the allure of capital letters, so sorry mates)
read this part: a three-bedroom plaaaaaaace with martin and his hilarious brother josh $900
VERSUS
my life here which is sort of marvelous as well.
NATE FISHER HELP ME HERE
also
when people buy books about saving the planet i want to hug them. tell them that they are what we need not recruits and definitely not my brother.
i've been trying not to hate him, i really have. today he calls:
"red river bookstore"
"is dennis there?"
"yes, but he's putting up a poster. you can chat with me for a minute until he's done!"
"no i just want to talk to dennis"
"well, you can't just yet. he's putting up a poster."
"i'll wait"
okay, my attempts at sisterhood are a little weak. i don't know how to do it, to be perfectly frank. my inability to have love with my brother is one of the definingly BAD qualities i have- which are few and far between. when you weigh this against my awkward facial expressions, my sex-goddessery, how fast i can walk, the fact that i have not yet been hit by a car, my ability to find books for people and my remarkable memory it's OBVIOUS i'm MYSTIFYINGLY intriguing not to mention a beauteous freak.
i love love love making lists for packing. i would post it here but it is exceedingly boring, just know it contains
A PLEASANT NATURE and
SMARTS.
(caffeine makes me unable to resist the allure of capital letters, so sorry mates)
read this part: a three-bedroom plaaaaaaace with martin and his hilarious brother josh $900
VERSUS
my life here which is sort of marvelous as well.
NATE FISHER HELP ME HERE
also