OK so I missed that one, now I feel like I actually existed. I've been reading a book that claims you can't prove you existed in the past and therefore only exist as you are right now. It's weird.
This has nothing to do with the drunkenness and debauchery that looked not only fantastic but full of fun and folly and other 'f' words I can't think of right now, but...
I finished all 7 seasons of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. And, as doing something productive is not a concept I have mastered, I have moved on to my neighbor's other favorite series, you guessed it, Gilmore Girls. I'm halfway through season two and I'm convinced that when Lorelai was talking to the newsstand man and saying she was specifically NOT a Leo that she was lying, because she screams Leo and I love her and want to marry her and have insanely intelligent and talkative babies. And in some small way I blame this on you, because you were the one that suggested the second look at GG in the first place. Damn you.
The one good thing to come out of all of this is a greater appreciation for small, leafy towns in the fall. Give me a weekend, dah-ling, and the town of Stillwater is OURS!
The weekend after next is full of weddings and get-togethers of that nature, but let me see if I can rearrange some committments. If not, we'll have to delay this little field trip.
I didn't get the St. Kate's job, which, when verbalized (or typed) translates to a heavy weight settling in the bottom of my stomach that I can only imagine is my rent, in quarters, and I'm just waiting for some diety to allow me to shit them out so I can mail them to my landlord. God, I did not mean for that to be so disgusting. Oh well.
Call me if you have some unexpected free time. I would love to discuss the ins and outs of the Gilmore Girls, or whatever else we may be mutually interested in that day.
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i'm trapped in a room full of junebugs!!!!?!!!
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You forgot Shoe Cork.
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I finished all 7 seasons of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. And, as doing something productive is not a concept I have mastered, I have moved on to my neighbor's other favorite series, you guessed it, Gilmore Girls. I'm halfway through season two and I'm convinced that when Lorelai was talking to the newsstand man and saying she was specifically NOT a Leo that she was lying, because she screams Leo and I love her and want to marry her and have insanely intelligent and talkative babies. And in some small way I blame this on you, because you were the one that suggested the second look at GG in the first place. Damn you.
The one good thing to come out of all of this is a greater appreciation for small, leafy towns in the fall. Give me a weekend, dah-ling, and the town of Stillwater is OURS!
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but! perhaps the following weekend we could sit at the bar of Whitey's or Ruby Bagonia's ?
are you working at kate's yet?
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I didn't get the St. Kate's job, which, when verbalized (or typed) translates to a heavy weight settling in the bottom of my stomach that I can only imagine is my rent, in quarters, and I'm just waiting for some diety to allow me to shit them out so I can mail them to my landlord. God, I did not mean for that to be so disgusting. Oh well.
Call me if you have some unexpected free time. I would love to discuss the ins and outs of the Gilmore Girls, or whatever else we may be mutually interested in that day.
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