Comments | fredericolubel: "It's The Little Things That Mean So Little", or "My Second Monday Afternoon"

fredericolubel

"It's The Little Things That Mean So Little", or "My Second Monday Afternoon"

Mar 01, 2005 14:41

I'm going to be horribly, morbidly depressed if the mail doesn't come today. I really don't care if any of it's for me, it didn't come yesterday is all, and I'd like to be able to have some faith in our postal warriors. I mean, neither snow nor rain, but decent sunny days in Santa Cruz, and not a drop of junk mail in sight ( Read more... )

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angeloncloud9 March 2 2005, 03:39:35 UTC

this post made trina and i giggle.
funny boy, sam.

missing you down south,
c & t

thepriceofbeing March 2 2005, 05:41:07 UTC

What's your address? I'll send you something.

you're sleeping right now. lunagirl67 March 2 2005, 06:25:25 UTC

i want to leave a comment, but i don't think it measures up. one day i'll slip into regular conversation or something. or mail it to you.

you know,
c.

einhenderpoet6 March 8 2005, 06:59:19 UTC

i'll send you something for real! itt'le be written pretty (i.e. readable) too! I miss you too and crazy stuff is going on. I have a lover named Loyola, and apparently he likes me but the difference is that it seems something truer than anything that's come across.the other less upside crazy... lets just say you aren't a bad influence on any of my illegal behaviors, with or without, it would have happened anyway. What you started sophmore year in high school has bitten me. I'm not addicted but it's kept me from stealing that jug of burbon under the counter and not coming home again. i'll explain it more whence i see you next. Love is better.

xoxo