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dear world,
here i am hoping there is at least some foreign dim cosmos that still reads this.
in the case that it's tuning in... how's it going?
here's how i'm going:
my grandma has been to an emergency room, nursing home, and ICU with the volatile shits all thanks to some ill bred fish sizzler style.
the day she was released, i went to spend a weekend with pimmie, drinking unusual amounts of tea, craving indian tofu cheesy paneer, and spitting seeds upon her mother.
magoo, one of the whiter fluffier dogs in my life, bit a woman walking with her infant daughter travelling via stroller.
animal control came to investigate and placed a bounty on his head. if he is seen outside one more time on our street. they put him to sleep.
tried to drive using both left and right legs. big oops.
rode a double decker train to see the likes of the eve and the alice and had quite a time with the first lady of creation enjoying all of alice's wonderland. more likely recognized as, San diego.
together we spent hours sweating, starving, dancing, and waiting through summer sun, throbbing bass, and angry old men yelling YOU SUCK as loud as they possibly could. JUST so we could push our way to make eye contact with strangers and sing our favourite songs to the whitestripes and the flaming lips and snoop dogg and deathcabforcutie and kasabian and well it was a quite a scene. from bombs of confetti to space bubble transport crowd surfing to screaming guitars and flying voices and flashlights and bohemian RHAPSODY spent floating on a jumping crowd or people can canning wearing nothing but zebra, skunk, and bunny rabbit suits. oh just ask me about it.
found a typewriter to write you enough about it to make your eyes blur against the very obvious typos i create.
also, may be in san francisco in a theater near you in a matter of a week.
lovely,
kristine.
ps. what's with all of the gigantic catfish being caught recently?
pps. wow fishing.
here i am hoping there is at least some foreign dim cosmos that still reads this.
in the case that it's tuning in... how's it going?
here's how i'm going:
my grandma has been to an emergency room, nursing home, and ICU with the volatile shits all thanks to some ill bred fish sizzler style.
the day she was released, i went to spend a weekend with pimmie, drinking unusual amounts of tea, craving indian tofu cheesy paneer, and spitting seeds upon her mother.
magoo, one of the whiter fluffier dogs in my life, bit a woman walking with her infant daughter travelling via stroller.
animal control came to investigate and placed a bounty on his head. if he is seen outside one more time on our street. they put him to sleep.
tried to drive using both left and right legs. big oops.
rode a double decker train to see the likes of the eve and the alice and had quite a time with the first lady of creation enjoying all of alice's wonderland. more likely recognized as, San diego.
together we spent hours sweating, starving, dancing, and waiting through summer sun, throbbing bass, and angry old men yelling YOU SUCK as loud as they possibly could. JUST so we could push our way to make eye contact with strangers and sing our favourite songs to the whitestripes and the flaming lips and snoop dogg and deathcabforcutie and kasabian and well it was a quite a scene. from bombs of confetti to space bubble transport crowd surfing to screaming guitars and flying voices and flashlights and bohemian RHAPSODY spent floating on a jumping crowd or people can canning wearing nothing but zebra, skunk, and bunny rabbit suits. oh just ask me about it.
found a typewriter to write you enough about it to make your eyes blur against the very obvious typos i create.
also, may be in san francisco in a theater near you in a matter of a week.
lovely,
kristine.
ps. what's with all of the gigantic catfish being caught recently?
pps. wow fishing.