From Me (Hannah) It's thanksgiving you know. . .
anonymous
November 25 2004, 17:37:12 UTC
And I've just eaten far too much. Rose and Ty made a homemade cheesecake and I must tell you that their marital union was worthwhile simply for this single accomplishment. Oh goodness it was good. . . BUt that's not really very important. I backread your journal and you should tell Fi that it was a lovely cake. I mean it: to Fi: you make nice cake, dahling. Oh God, Food has made me pretentiouse or something. I love that picture of Phil. Kyle's computer is what I am using and He saw the picture of me before I pulled him off the computer with my mental force. OFF!!! "Why is there a picture of you. . ." or something. Oh goodness. I should stop saying that. And I forgot to say Happy Thanksgiving. I really hope you do have a nice one. I read the poem you posted and I liked it, but I, strangely enough, rather liked "les salopes" more. I've found it by the way and have saved it carefully so that I can give it back to you. Now I feel like writing more, even though this is awefully verbose for a comment. Acctually, this really hasn't been a comment at all has it? Oh dear, I'm sorry. (But not enough to stop I'm afraid.)On the bus the other day, after you got off, a man sat in front of me who looked like a deformed leprachaun. The man was giant and I'm unhappy to report that he had a detectable odor. . . and when I moved to the front, I sat across to an older man with a mustach and a tool box who I think kept smiling at me. I smiled back because I felt young and kind. . . Kyle and Dylan just clinked wine glasses. "I'm not passing judgement. I just think you're stupid." Say this to somebody. Or instead, say "aaaaaaaaaaaah. . . Fuck." Just because we both know that this is how we feel. I just realized that with all this triptiphan I'm not making any sense. Or maybe it's simply the adverse effects of kyle's room/opiam den. Don't worry/ Be happy
Now I feel like writing more, even though this is awefully verbose for a comment. Acctually, this really hasn't been a comment at all has it? Oh dear, I'm sorry. (But not enough to stop I'm afraid.)On the bus the other day, after you got off, a man sat in front of me who looked like a deformed leprachaun. The man was giant and I'm unhappy to report that he had a detectable odor. . . and when I moved to the front, I sat across to an older man with a mustach and a tool box who I think kept smiling at me. I smiled back because I felt young and kind. . . Kyle and Dylan just clinked wine glasses. "I'm not passing judgement. I just think you're stupid." Say this to somebody. Or instead, say "aaaaaaaaaaaah. . . Fuck." Just because we both know that this is how we feel. I just realized that with all this triptiphan I'm not making any sense. Or maybe it's simply the adverse effects of kyle's room/opiam den.
Don't worry/ Be happy
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