So we got the house and it has been a bitch to get moved. Tim took the weekend off. I'm still pluggin' away at work. So needless to say our lives are packed into the garage and I can't lift anything! I never want to move again!
If you'd like me to remove you from my friends list, please say. You just seemed like an interesting person to add to my list, that's all. I haven't even commented on your journal or any of the journals of the people mentioned by unburiable!!
I found you via your listed interest in Bradleo and the Consumers, who I have been discovering through my friend so_respectable.
Again, please excuse my dear friend Mr. Unburiable. His social skills may be slightly lacking, but he really does have the biggest heart in the world. And he's always up for a good laugh or a sock in the nose depending on his mood. I learned to love him. You should just ignore him. I don't mind being on your friends list although I must say that I'm really not very interesting at all. Actually, more swollen than anything. But it's nice to know that someone out there is tuning in. Take care.
From the poor fellow who brought you: "Shut up."unburiableFebruary 19 2003, 16:48:52 UTC
19 February, 2003, Wednesday evening at 7:59pm. Revere, Massachusetts. 02151.
Dear Sir,
I’d been dozing just a bit, admittedly, by the bay window of my small New England cottage in the hills beyond Boston when a spur from the telephone made a veritable shambles of my cozy New England nap (the kind our mothers teach us when they love us). Nearly tumbling from the rocking chair as though riddled with bullets from a tommy gun, and only grasping the receiver after two unsuccessfully haphazard tries at balance, I soon set myself right again, relieved. And while down on my knees plucking up bits and pieces of a smashed U-boat model I’d constructed from toothpicks and pop bottle caps, I took the call from Belinda with nerves so steady you’d have half-thought me a lamppost.
In any case, yes yes, I see your point. You’re all about name calling and mudslinging and rudeness and unwarranted infiltration tactics the likes of which even the German army would have found unashamedly tasteless.
But I guess that’s just a little bit of my batty
( ... )
A list of my finest correspondences.unburiableFebruary 21 2003, 05:26:19 UTC
Your striking inability to create even the smallest bit of controversy is worn on your sleeve like a pack of cigarettes rolled up in it like you might be some rad greaser guy or something (one who all the girls would like to touch below the belt). To what effect might your current line of questioning support? You ask if anyone really does get to see the real Neil Garriscond. And certainly.
People I have slept with that got reality checks (and who still send me Valentines every fucking year):
The top five is all you need to be versed on, as my private life is simply none of your business. Stuff that in your computer data processing and try to get a readout that won’t go off the charts of holy moly.
And please, m’lady, close that mouth of yours before what little collection of friends you retain slowly begin to realize you are not worth keeping around. “Say it in a stage whisper.”
People like you are 100% always the same. Go back to your own journal.unburiableFebruary 21 2003, 06:20:47 UTC
It would have been more productive for your case if you'd have chosen a different route of response, for this one tells so much of your already entirely predicatble character, and furthermore it makes you look like an asshole (even much more so than everything else you've done). Consider yourself stupid. There is no need for you to even respond to this, because you can't reclaim the dignity you do not possess.
Re: People like you are 100% always the same. Go back to your own journal.stagewhisperFebruary 21 2003, 06:30:21 UTC
OK - see you around sweet cheeks! ;)
Hey, Jaret
Yes, Brad?
I've got something to say
Uh huh?
I really love the...skillful way You beat the other girls To the bride's bouquet
Oh...oh, Brad
The river was deep but I swam it, JARET The future is ours, so let's plan it, JARET So please don't tell me to can it, JARET I've one thing to say, and that's DAMMIT JARET, I love you!
The road was long but I ran it, JARET There's a fire in my heart and you fan it, JARET If there's one fool for you then I am it, JARET I've one thing to say, and that's DAMMIT JARET, I love you!
Here's a ring to prove that I'm no joker There's three ways that love can grow That's good, bad, or mediocre Oh J-A-R-E-T, I love you so!
WHAT IS THIS GUY'S PROBLEM!?!
If you'd like me to remove you from my friends list, please say. You just seemed like an interesting person to add to my list, that's all. I haven't even commented on your journal or any of the journals of the people mentioned by unburiable!!
I found you via your listed interest in Bradleo and the Consumers, who I have been discovering through my friend so_respectable.
Sorry to bother you! :)
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Revere, Massachusetts. 02151.
Dear Sir,
I’d been dozing just a bit, admittedly, by the bay window of my small New England cottage in the hills beyond Boston when a spur from the telephone made a veritable shambles of my cozy New England nap (the kind our mothers teach us when they love us). Nearly tumbling from the rocking chair as though riddled with bullets from a tommy gun, and only grasping the receiver after two unsuccessfully haphazard tries at balance, I soon set myself right again, relieved. And while down on my knees plucking up bits and pieces of a smashed U-boat model I’d constructed from toothpicks and pop bottle caps, I took the call from Belinda with nerves so steady you’d have half-thought me a lamppost.
In any case, yes yes, I see your point. You’re all about name calling and mudslinging and rudeness and unwarranted infiltration tactics the likes of which even the German army would have found unashamedly tasteless.
But I guess that’s just a little bit of my batty ( ... )
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People I have slept with that got reality checks (and who still send me Valentines every fucking year):
1. Carrie Brownstein
2. Tobe Vail
3. Kathi Wilcox
4. Juliana Hatfield
5. Timothy Hutton
The top five is all you need to be versed on, as my private life is simply none of your business. Stuff that in your computer data processing and try to get a readout that won’t go off the charts of holy moly.
And please, m’lady, close that mouth of yours before what little collection of friends you retain slowly begin to realize you are not worth keeping around. “Say it in a stage whisper.”
Check please, sir?
Yours,
Neil Garriscond.
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Hey, Jaret
Yes, Brad?
I've got something to say
Uh huh?
I really love the...skillful way
You beat the other girls
To the bride's bouquet
Oh...oh, Brad
The river was deep but I swam it, JARET
The future is ours, so let's plan it, JARET
So please don't tell me to can it, JARET
I've one thing to say, and that's DAMMIT JARET,
I love you!
The road was long but I ran it, JARET
There's a fire in my heart and you fan it, JARET
If there's one fool for you then I am it, JARET
I've one thing to say, and that's DAMMIT JARET,
I love you!
Here's a ring to prove that I'm no joker
There's three ways that love can grow
That's good, bad, or mediocre
Oh J-A-R-E-T, I love you so!
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"I learned to love him. You should just ignore him."
He's hard to ignore, but that is classic advice.
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