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Nov 10, 2005 00:57

So Megan is driving here and in 2 hours I will be on my way to a graveyard to make grave rubbing things and to listen to some Right Said Fred.

It's cold and my nipples are hard.

I'm doing pretty good ya'll. Considering or not considering the circumstances, life is very beautiful. Big city plans. Road trips. Art teaching. Graveyard wondering tonight.

Dearest PDF,
You're asleep. I like you a lot. I even have a crush on you after all this time. It's a shame I havn't gotten you an aniversary present yet. But I know you read this and I wanted to leave you a message so when I wasn't around and you got on the computer you'd see it and think of me thinking of you at 1:01 AM. My armpit tickles, the hair's already starting to grow back. You're abrupt sleepiness made me sad for a hot minute and I wrote you a letter during it. And now I'm going to go stare at you some more at 1:04. AM. While I pop a pimple on my forehead.
Yars Truely,
Trixy.

P.S.
I might try to talk to you and I hope you talk about Tar-jhey so I can laugh about it in the morning. Sorry to wake you.
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