May 20, 2007 15:34
- Getting the hell out of the flophouse--you mean I never said anything about the flophouse? When Vonda first told me I'd be staying at a "nasty-ass flophouse" in downtown Philly, I figured--and I know this shows me as a clueless middle-class white guy, but whatever--that it would be a quaint experience, that it wouldn't really matter where I was
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I felt kind of bad for the owner of the flophouse too...he put up with a lot of crap in the apartment, came in and volunteered for the campaign--and then the day after the election a bunch of crackheads one guy had hired as canvassers broke in and stole his bike.
'Grats on work-related stuff. :)
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Hey, remember those walls you loved last summer? They're white now. It's like a scene out of friggin 2001.
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I hope it doesn't mitigate your love too much that I got the Waits line from the Shrek 2 soundtrack.
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We have some things in common; mind if i add you?
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Of course you should feel free to add me.
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