addresses
I've been a livejournal whore this past week.
This one has a purpose.
I got a new computer for college, with a whole new address book, so if you're tearing up uncontrollably that you haven't heard from me, it's likely because I don't have your address. Or you forgot to wear deodorant the last time I saw you. The two are kind of the same.
Either way, if you give me your house digits I'll probably cough up the dollar to send you the letter I'll write while my intellect is sufficiently clouded by lack of sleep or liquor or the cloud of pot that drifts into my room from across the hall (I guess it saves me money, anyway) that the Chinese characters start looking like Arabic script and miraculously, become wholly intelligible, only strangely, the Arabic is a transliteration of archaic German, which I can't understand at all, i.e. when I'm done with work for the night.
(SAMPLE)
my address is
Dan Ruppel
Rm. 502 New Residence Hall
3625 Ave du Parc
Montreal, QC
H2X 3P8
I haven't been online, and I am a mediocre responder to emails. As Mary Topper said, "It's strange that our fastest way to communicate is snail male (sic)" I'm sure it was a Freudian slip, cause she couldn't get over my beaucoup de masculinity. Ok, it was my slip, and I'm trying to play it off because I eat babies. You know what? Shut up. I'm gonna sell your toenails to strippers on eBay.
Fuck it. I just turned in my final. I got 45 minutes of sleep last night, and my average for the week is way under 4 hours. Yeah, I'm bragging. And sick. I don't have to take this anymore. I have to buy ouzo and drown the 11 cantos of Dante that are my hell. tell your sister I said hi. Yeah, the flowers really were for her.
This one has a purpose.
I got a new computer for college, with a whole new address book, so if you're tearing up uncontrollably that you haven't heard from me, it's likely because I don't have your address. Or you forgot to wear deodorant the last time I saw you. The two are kind of the same.
Either way, if you give me your house digits I'll probably cough up the dollar to send you the letter I'll write while my intellect is sufficiently clouded by lack of sleep or liquor or the cloud of pot that drifts into my room from across the hall (I guess it saves me money, anyway) that the Chinese characters start looking like Arabic script and miraculously, become wholly intelligible, only strangely, the Arabic is a transliteration of archaic German, which I can't understand at all, i.e. when I'm done with work for the night.
(SAMPLE)
my address is
Dan Ruppel
Rm. 502 New Residence Hall
3625 Ave du Parc
Montreal, QC
H2X 3P8
I haven't been online, and I am a mediocre responder to emails. As Mary Topper said, "It's strange that our fastest way to communicate is snail male (sic)" I'm sure it was a Freudian slip, cause she couldn't get over my beaucoup de masculinity. Ok, it was my slip, and I'm trying to play it off because I eat babies. You know what? Shut up. I'm gonna sell your toenails to strippers on eBay.
Fuck it. I just turned in my final. I got 45 minutes of sleep last night, and my average for the week is way under 4 hours. Yeah, I'm bragging. And sick. I don't have to take this anymore. I have to buy ouzo and drown the 11 cantos of Dante that are my hell. tell your sister I said hi. Yeah, the flowers really were for her.