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this day was just perfect. st. james with jim, wonderful, weather was just right. sitting at a picnic table in central park eating over-priced pizza watching all of the kids run around like maniacs on the stage and compare our kid-selves to one of them. I was the little blonde girl wandering around with her dad, quiet, one finger in her mouth, not really in the game of hide n go seek. jim was the kid on the second floor of the stage, dropping sticks on the unexpecting kids below. how fitting.
went to lexington to see friends, miss gedmark and mr rickert. I think its so great how with most of my friends, I won't talk to them for months, and when I see them again, its like nothing has changed. there's no awkwardness or anything. only good times and laughs.
I just spent the last fifteen minutes laughing hysterically about the utter absurdity (which just hit me) of my new voice-mail greeting that we created as a group. a rendition of "happiness is a warm gun" which we changed to "happiness is a voice-mail". it is really something to hear.
went to lexington to see friends, miss gedmark and mr rickert. I think its so great how with most of my friends, I won't talk to them for months, and when I see them again, its like nothing has changed. there's no awkwardness or anything. only good times and laughs.
I just spent the last fifteen minutes laughing hysterically about the utter absurdity (which just hit me) of my new voice-mail greeting that we created as a group. a rendition of "happiness is a warm gun" which we changed to "happiness is a voice-mail". it is really something to hear.