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good morning glory. do me a favor - CupCake hurt her back at the fair, but I haven't looked at it. So could you look at it and see if it is bad. If it hurts, please find some kind of reserve sitting shit for her to do. Maybe returns? I don't know. Tell Evelyn that I said for her to find something easy to do if it hurts. I think it will. I haben't talked to her. Lub you mucho carlito rotunda...un gato muy bueno. Manic baby! flusi

from psipsina47 :

Glad you liked the cheese quote. I smiled when I saw it and thought to myself you'd probably appreciate it. :) Your mom's birthday this week? My mom's tonight (19th). Waiting for kids to arrive with cake for the event. Ye haw. Uh huh. Oh well... XO Psipsina

from molu4 :

You give me many things to laugh about this fine morning (mainly yer placenta on the lam or lying low or whathaveyou). Also I thought you should hear this story about when I was home for Christmas and the whole huge clan was sitting around the table for supper and Jeff said something cute or another and I said, Jeff you're my girl. And Oliver who likes to be a feminist said that's cool! And so I had to come clean so he didn't think I was making a political statement. Because you know, Jeff's my bitch. I told that whole story wrong. Man oh man, I hate car problems. Hope it's nothin much. XXXXXXXXX

from molu4 :

Fuck yeah, dude. Jeff says bring that Florida sunshine on up. You can see the LOFT! And Peaches! And Frankie! And Basho and Harold and Miss Blue! Yay!

from molu4 :

Hells yeah, girl. You are always always a welcome friend around these parts. C'mon over. Today? You coming today? Yeehaw! (I know you ain't, but come soon!).

from molu4 :

Here are some sentences for you. Sign my guestbook is so stupid I never want to talk to them again. lord help me, I'd be all over that survivor shit if I could. My only saving grace is we don't get no channels. I love that show which I personally understand to be an intolerable character flaw. I still read the recaps over at televisionwithoutpity.com. I'm such a lame loser lady. Smooch to that little baby of yours.

from bathsheba :

I'm locked out again! I can't get in! Please send me the key oh please mama! I hope you are well, and Lil Rat. Give that guy a hug for me.

from flusianna :

just so you know...I am okay. I was just furious and overloaded this afternoon. Not at you of course. A little better now. flusi

from flusianna :

I tried the damn guest book and kept getting booted! Congratulations, sweet T-Britty and RonMan...I lost the first entry so everything sounds funny now. Anyway, screw all those little English snobs. After our boyfriend graduated who the fuck was left in the place anyway? We will get ButterBean to come and take care of all of them! She can be one condescending bitch, that ButterBean. Many kisses to you and our little boy blue flusi

from flusianna :

Only two more days, little sweetness baby. I want you to take my phone on Monday so you can call people immediately! Don't let us forget. Is your mama going with yall? Or is it a solo trip - just you and the man. I am writing poems for the babe...silly flusi poems not serious shit like you folks. I am tired. I want to fly like in the dreams, it was such a disappointment to realize that it was not possible. But I can still feel it. smooches from flusi from florida

from molu4 :

Oh man. I totally fucked it all up and don't know how to fix it plus I hate messing with this shit unless I'm in the right mood and I thought I was but I'm not so I just want to make it go back to how it was before but I can't. Shit. I'm a go home. See Jeff. Buy some Buffy I can't afford. Love,

from flusianna :

hey you kissy girl...i got one message from you but I keep expecting something else. What did you do to infect your email? flusi

from molu4 :

Oh yeah and I forgot to say: THAT DAMNED GAME LINK YOU SENT ME. I like it a little bit too much and now folks can see my computer screen and this lady walked by and asked what it was. I got all red in the face. You in BIG TROUBLE. I wish I were playing that game right now. Love, from your pal, Molly C.

from frances1972 :

This'll probably show up sometime later, dadblamed g-book -- I'm draggin' this morning. Cause JB & David & me thought it was a good idea to drive two hours away yesterday morning and listen to bands ALL DAY and drive back at midnight last night. Which it was a good idea, they was good and it was good but we didn't even get to see all of em and JB said, "I feel like I paid for this really good meal and I didn't get to finish it." You woulda dug it -- the Drive-By Truckers was there by himself, just with his guitar, drove up from Alabama, but I'm tired and I miss Buddy's little face -- with all his hair smashed up on one side (he went to the bands too but he didn't get to hear no music). All I'm trying to say is that it's good to read Brittania in the morning, godblessyou. This is from Frances.

from flusianna :

I think I went to Mobile last night without you! But I came back too so it was an okay trip. Actually, it was just in my head, but I did go there. And I am at work today, but BrainFrag is gona bring FIFI, so it will be okay. Then more sore-ass basketball tonight. One would think the cushioning would be sufficient, but no. damn stupid guestbook - cutting into my discussion time.

from jabu :

Guestbook suck. This I wrote, but it wouldn't post: You've been listening to the Drive By Truckers. That's good...me too. Frances said Hotdog pussy. Heh. That makes me laugh outloud. So did your song. I'm working on the licks. It's Friday. David's coming this way right now. Probably just now crossing into NC. Molly's right...you should make the trip, too. Do crafts tomorrow. Come see the Drive By Truckers guy on Sunday. Hey, Brittania. Hey-hay-hay! (Hotdogpussy...that's funny.

from frances1972 :

I'm mad at The G-Book Administration. It's down more than Morrissey. Here's what I was gonna write there: Muff-diving for hours and what do I get? You do tickle the tar outta me. Where you today? I sure enough wish Brittania would light up my buddies page. That ain't pressure, that's my lighter flickering. XOXOXOXOXOXO This is from Frances. XXXXXXXXXXX

from molu4 :

WRITE. I MEANT TO SAY WRITE YOU A REPORT NOT RIGHT YOU A REPORT AND I CAN'T SIGN YOUR GUESTBOOK AGAIN AND I'M SO MAD BECAUSE NOW EVERYONE IN THE WHOLE WORLD THINKS I'M A BONEHEAD AND IT'S YOUR FAULT. I'm just kidding. I love you. I can't write right.

from molu4 :

That's on my list of things I want, that outkast double disc extravaganza! Elijah is quite a lovely name. I once loved a boy named Eli. He was a freshman, I was a junior. He wore chuck taylors and was very shy and very smart. He was little, too. I loved the little ones when I was a kid. I always wanted to put those boys in my pocket. Don't worry I only sometimes want to put you in my pocket.

from molu4 :

Oh man. Signmyguestbook can bite me. Oops. I mean: Underwater welding school? For real? Maybe I should do THAT. I miss you girl. I miss everyone and everything all the time. So Ron moved in? Yes? Yay for you and yay for him. I love you, friend. XO

from flusianna :

Green will be the color and some blue on the side. We can add a pink ribbon if we have to. Fill that heart up with love and happiness. And the belly will fill up just the same way. Ain't nobody gona say nothin about my Sweetness, less they get smacked in the head. And I mean it. I got a mean right punch. forever flusi

from frances1972 :

The guestbooks ain't workin' at this hour. I signed last night, although it was funky then too. I thought about you when I was in the shower the other day -- hold up, that sounds weird but I don't mean it like that -- I was thinking about babies, what it would be like if I had to change my life like that right now. Hoo boy. (I wrote Hoo Body, that too.) But yer good. It's best, I do believe, to back into it instead of pickin' out car seats and cooin' over footie pajamas -- although, from what I hear, that'll come too and when it does it'll be alright. I think I told Bathsheba this but when my brother (he the Toilet Man, he 6'4" and goofy as hell, he good) had his first boy he kept leaving the room to go change the boy's outfits, they were so little and that big man - brother Monty - was all over them lil outfits. I got some Texas Tornados and Doug Sahm & the Sir Douglas Quintet playing and I wish you could hear it and shake your shack. This is with LUV from Frances.

from flusianna :

Okay dammit! RosieACrab said she was the official aunt and that BBGirl and CarolinaBoss were going to be fairy godmothers. WHAT do I get to be??? Tell me, huh? I miss you too

from flusianna :

I told you the RCrab would call in sick today. You know why she is in such a mood? BellyBGirl sent me a snoopy i am your friend email - you know - chain mail stuff. She saw me looking at it and said who sent you that? I said, BellyBGirl. She said = really, she didn't send it to me, I guess I am no one's friend. Oh for fucks sake, get over it! The funny thing was, I thanked BBG for sending it and she couldn't even remember what it was! HA. Crazy girls. I love you. flusi

from psipsina47 :

Laughing about the Incredible Hulkette Bra. I remember when I had number one daughter, I was so thrilled to have cleavage. Only trouble was, the waist got bigger along with the rest. Then after the birth, when the milk came, I felt like a Dolly Parton look-alike! Probably just as hard as hers, too? :) Marianna, yep it's truly a spectacle. Next time I think is Mexico Beach... if the creek don't rise. Know anything about that place? Heard tell there's a great little seafood restaurant (no way, seafood on the coast in FL???!!) that serves all you can eat fried and steamed shrimp on Thursday nights. On the deck outside. Sounds great! Keep y'all's fingers crossed for me. Hope you get an appetite for other than honeycomb cereal soon. XOXO Psipsina

from flusianna :

Well, since I got shit to do, I think I will turn this damn thing off. DollHBoy was right, we are only slaves. smacks and kisses, flusi

from molu4 :

No darling, that was none other than moi. I figured out--that thing where I'll get the notice that somebody signed my guestbook but then there is not guestbook signage--at least not until somebody ELSE signs the damned thing. I confirmed this hypothesis with a little experiment: thus the blank guestbook signage deal. I'm using too many words to explain this. But I used the scientific method to DO it and that can never be stated enough. I mean, how great is the scientific method? Best thing I learned in fifth grade. XXXXXXXX

from molu4 :

oh brittania. won't you be my friend at friendster? I'm glad I get to see your guestbook signage from this morning because a. you always make me happy and b. I got email that said I got that guestbook thing and then I never saw it until a few minutes ago and it was driving me batty. What else. I love you and miss you and I'm sorry you're on the coffee (cafe?) committee. What the FUCK is with library fucking committees? Let's stab ourselves in the eye and then do heroin. I'll let you even if you're only 25 and not 57. Smooch.

from psipsina47 :

You always stun me with the way you see and feel things. The way you express yourself. I feel so juvenile in comparison. I also feel sad for Jon's loss. You go ahead and cry, keep yourself open, and the rest will take care of itself. You are a gift to the world. Don't forget it. Love, Psipsina

from molu4 :

But dahlink, I'm so glad. I got a message that someone signed my guestbook this morning and yet there was no guestbook signage and it's been driving me mad all day. Because the REAL dork here is me. I love dorks. I love you.

from psipsina47 :

Brit, thanks for the sweet note. The funeral wasn't as bad as the visitation the night before. The heat was brutal. After the service I told Becca and my boys that we can't be doing this again. And to call me if anybody needs a ride safe home. That I won't yell at them, just want them safe. They agreed they don't ever want to do this again. One was particularly emphatic that he wasn't going to LET it happen again. I hope they don't. Glad you're getting settled into your own new space. Love to you, Psipsina

from molu4 :

My special lady friend, you invited all the times. Come and stay and you can get it on with Ron in the sleeping nook. Slip n slides fo sho. And horseshoes. And obstacle courses. And gymnastics contests, which I will surely lose. Super duper! Too true. My fucking tooth. Why must I be such a poor wayfaring stranger?

from molu4 :

Um. So yeah. It did go through. I'm all blushing and embarrassed. Why? Because of my inate gooberishness. You get you some hot water today, yeah? XO

from molu4 :

Signmyguestbook fuckers hate me. I love you. Here's what I wrote in your guestbook but I guess it didn't go through: Me! I want to come! I want to bring you beers to your house and look at your deep purple records (oh you--course you have that). It can wait, have some tea. That's a new thing I'm going to say all. the. time. Yesindeed. Bye onyerown Brittania.

from flusianna :

I did the deed. Opened my mouth and told the story. Now you are a McGowan. There was general sympathy, but I said you were straight up OK. smooches to yaQ flusi

from flusianna :

morning miss beautiful girl friend. How do you be this morning? Oops it afternoon, I am home SICK and I still have to write my 2 page shit paper for tonight. Don't feel like it but I guess at some point I should start. I miss you like crazy. We done been split apart. Did you like the wonder house? Is Ron not going to stay in the little house at all? Straight into your heart? Perhaps? Can we come visit every day? I love East Hill? Oh my you will live so close to the Soup Kitchen and that yummy artichoke crab soup...breakfast lunch and dinner, Sweetness. It is that good. Gotta go for the Big D - again! See you tomorrow with the pony salad. ThatGirl said she was lazy and would probably bring cookies. Great! XOXO Is that enough for today? XO for good measure. Flusi

from flusianna :

Can you believe we will be apart for four whole days? Whatever will we do? I am a lazy bum today. Don't feel like doing a thing. Want to sleep in the hammock. Want to waller with the cats. Hope the weekend has been good. I think we are having a meeting wednesday which would require at the very least the one trick pony. Call me.

from elvisload :

i prefer the soothing flavor or a Natural Light...it's cheap...and it's light...in fact i've been prefering it over and over today...what was that u wrote about the cycle...?...dam ur eyes...when u get home don't just leave me hanging here like the big lunk i am...email me and IM me and g-book me and post me...u swollen red ass orangeaide...

from elvisload :

i think an ostrich scratched it's head...

from frances1972 :

I'm here talkin' to you but I talked to you over in Elvisload's notes too, man, y'all are some kind of funny. It was all I could do not to tell everybody I talked to yesterday about you telling the thing about doing it and the ostrich with the bow around its neck, the way you say the good stuff, Brittania, it washes me clean inside. I'm going to the picture show. But I send luv to you and I'm gonna see you soon when you come hell or high water. This is from Frances with the XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXs all night.

from elvisload :

i tol frances on u and ur gonna be in big trouble when she gets home from work...

from elvisload :

what...me telling me to hush?...nexzt you'll be telling the queen to fuck off...

from elvisload :

i thot i told u to hush...or i ain't never gonna finish all these....dam...and nobodies lip looks like no orangatnues butt...so hush now...and i'm at home drinking beer and it's 10friggin30 am...but ur at work......oooooooooooooooooooooooo

from frances1972 :

Wait, I said the lord scratched his head, but I coulda said her head, but mostly I meant its head. The lord scratched its head and made you. This is from Frances.

from flusianna :

I am completely useless today. Cannot motivate. All I want to do is have some fun, not write crap and read crap. Too bad we can't all just hop in the car and head to Biloxi. Now that would be fun. We could break the bank and buy a horse farm.

from flusianna :

Look here missy...do an interpretive dance and I will consider trying to find the damn blue pen so I can give it back? Is it worth that possibility? YeeHaw, I got some new shoes. See you in the manana chica buena! Flusi

from molu4 :

I will be happy as can be for whenever you decide to arrive. I was thinking that the Thursday night leave-taking might be a bit of a pain because of the whole hotel room thing (that stuff makes me nervous, but then I'm a freak about everything, I guess) and if you want to have be with yer fella, well do that! Why yes! I am the great permission giver of the universe! Ugh. What I'm saying? Oh yeah, I'll be happy with whatever you want to do sister. You just tell me when you're arriving, anytime, day or night, and I'll be there to meet you at my door with beer and pizza. Huzzah!

from molu4 :

I can get off work as early as 1 pm, I do believe, on this coming Friday. What's your travel plan? I'm going to go smoke cigarettes now and enjoy the fact that all the students are GONE, GONE I TELL YOU. Smooch.

from psipsina47 :

Britt... what a nice surprise to find your sweet note. Thank you. Things are going along. One day soon I will write out my fury at mom. She's better now. Enough better to regain the manipulating techniques that she knows so well. I am trying to learn not to "react." Glad you like Cowboys. I loved it. Seems she wrote something since then besides the photography book. I will have to look and see. Ellen Gilchrist writes lots of good stories, too. Land of Dreamy Dreams comes to mind. But Pam, she knows those boys. :) Take care of yourself. We all love you and want you to be happy. Tough times for you.

from frances1972 :

Thank you for laughing at my jokes. No, we don't got time to be gentle. Steve Earle's here, singing about how he's got TWO GIRLS, one's in heaven, one's below. I gotta get back to working here. But I'm leaving you a note because when I tried to read Brittania, the Country it says Authorization Failed. But maybe you changed the password and if you don't wanna give it out, I understand. I mean that for real, not like somebody might say by the lockers in junior high. But maybe it's nothing. Or something. Ah hell. This sounds dumb so I'm gonna exit. This is from Frances.

from flusianna :

Think I might live. What about you? Sounded a bit out of control for a bit. See you in the manana...not sure about the bushy tail! Love you xoxo

from molu4 :

I was afraid it was Ringo. I didn't want it to be so I pretend in my head it was Mr. Lennon. All I say about Ringo Starr is ewwwww. I have a disliking of him. XO

from molu4 :

Yeah baby, that's what I'm talking about. Two sheds and a well-worn path between em. I would love nothin better than to have you and anyone else come stay on Jeff and Frances's farm too. They have barns there. We could fix up a barn like an apartment if you wanted, couldn't we? Yeah, this from the girl who can't figure out where the real fuse box is in her house. I'm just daring to dream, that's all. Man, I'm not going to be around these parts on the weekend of the 23rd--Sue's wedding. Are there any other holiday weekends coming up? I'm coming down that away in June. I'm going to take at least a week off of work and then I want to hang with you and see the folks too. What do you think of that, huh? XXOO

from flusianna :

got it dearie, better you than me. One of my grander phobias - the dentist. I think I would rather die. See you when you arrive. And if you get sick and tired of Noratch folk, you can come by.

from flusianna :

morning sunshine! I hope all is well in wellville!

from flusianna :

Be strong little one. Get feisty so as to stand firm. Love will prevail. One way or another. forever, flusi

from flusianna :

All is well. I am sick though. We will work hard tomorrow. Love you.

from flusianna :

Gotta stop and remember how bootiful you are. Goodness,Sweetess, to look like you. I am always flattered that folks think you are my daughter...I think! I hope today went well. I dont think I am gonna like two more days like this one...well there is the lovely voice of Ariel! That is the trainer, my dear. And not too bad on the eyes. Oh the sacrifices.

from molu4 :

Who's the other Walt, you ask? And you call yourself a Floridian? I'm just joshing. Mr. Disney, whose lasting legacy it seems is to destroy every good part of Central Florida. I curse him. And put a pox on him. What you doing over there babes? You having fun?

from flusianna :

Hey GoddessGirl - it looks like you are hanging in there pretty darn good! Let me know if no one asks you to have a beer - we still have one waiting for you...and cold at that! Don't forget that I need help with names on buckets miss phancypants! I know about using exclamation points but it is hard to smile in writing...that is what they are you know. See you at 4:30 - wonder if you have power. You damn sure don't have phones!

from molu4 :

I know. Mine too. I decided that any updates that happened between 9 pm and 11 pm on Monday night got missed. That's my decision to decide that you know. XO

from flusianna :

Oh Sweetness, I'm so sad. I love you so. I will sing a little prayer for your grandmother wishing her godspeed to heaven. And God bless the kit as well. It has surely been a rough few days. Run away with me. Christmas love...xxoo!

from molu4 :

Yes yes yes YES. I'm thinking Friday or Saturday night? Next week? I'll write more better later. I woke up late. XO

from flusianna :

Thank you for helping me with the cake muy delicioso con kahlua! I hope you like the ambrosia - it is the nectar of the goddesses you know. Happy Christmas - snuggles and kisses.

from molu4 :

I LOVE YOU. You sent me pictures! And a letter! Dicksuck Carchase! And Rose! And I love you! I write more better when I calm the fuck down, babes. You just rocked my everlovin world, you did. XXXOOO

from flusianna :

I'm glad you are having fun. It is so good to be with friends; to just feel all at home inside yourself. See you soon. frantic flusi

from molu4 :

Greenville is a mere 3 hours away! (oops, wasn't there a moratorium on exclamation points?) Why, you'll be here before noon, right? Ok, I guess you can sleep in a little bit tomorrow. XO

from molu4 :

This message is from Molu the Growler. Wilco Cd? Why it's Yankee Hotel Foxtrot. Is that the newest? I don't know nothing about nothing about nothing.

from molu4 :

My head is the size of a watermelon. Thus I justify my nonworking worktime. I'm such a lazy girl. Sister's coming to my house! Exclamation points are in order! Kiss kiss

from molu4 :

You bet bubbaloo. You stay as long as you like. Justin too. Y'all could move in if you wanted. I have to work Monday--I'm going to see if I can take it off--at least the morning. Oh I have to go. Bye.

from molu4 :

Do you want to come over to my house and eat Thanksgiving turkey or SOMETHING BETTER. Ew. That sounded way grosser than even I meant it. Ew ew ew. I squick my own self out I'm so squickifying. Ooo lunch time. XO

from molu4 :

DUDE. I wrote you my whole note and then this site went all kablooey on me. It just so happens that the lost note was the best note ever written in the great history of note writing. Aren't you sad? I came to say, like Frances down there (hey Frances!), that this entry took my breath away. The foxes and the spheres and Jesus and Li Young-Lee. I loved it. It's my favorite favorite too. You're coming to my house in one week, right? And Justin? He's still coming too right? Right? Yeah baby. It'll be much fun.

from frances1972 :

Every time a stick hits the roof I think it's mice. We got mice. Sometimes. They like to eat the edges of the phone book. I hate superlatives or whatever is the word for what I'm about to say, but this is my favorite Brittania entry yetsofar, the one that's one long thing about the sphere and Li-Young Lee and Jesus. And you are oh so bright, not that you were fishing for me to say that back, I just said it on my own cause I think it. This just levels me, rightly. Like your thing about linking, THIS is what I meant to say, except it's you and you said it and that makes it different -- what I mean is when I say THIS is what I meant to say, I don't mean it like same-brained or twin-brained, I mean it like Hallelujah, Brittania.

from frances1972 :

from flusianna :

Sweetness, you are truly the most wonderful girl in the whole world. Your surprise with completed sheets is the only bright spot in my dark cloud over my head day. Make sure you are awake at 4:30 in the morning to see the meteorite shower. It will be grand. Many kisses (muchas besas mi amiga)!

from ivecojeff :

Britt, nice to meet you too, and looking forward to seeing you over Thanksgiving--we passed the word on to Buddy Black and he was very excited to know that someone was anticipating his introduction. I've been reading your diary, and damn girl, you're honest and raw, and brave. I admire your stuff.

from molu4 :

You crack me up. At least you did it accidentally (I totally spelled that wrong didn't I) and not for real like I used to on my guestbook. Like the ho I am. Ooo lookie. 5 o'clock. Or near enough for me. I'm out like a shout. See you round mister browned. XO

from brittania :

I know. I'm leaving notes on my note page. Me stupid. That was to Molu. Hey Molu.

from brittania :

I ain't either. Justin's pretty good on that bus except for the pastrami day. I couldn't get him to eat a stadium hotdog though. I tried. Ask him. 6:30, I got to be here till. Oh oh. I know. He wants stuffin. I told him I can only make stove top. He says that's okay. Smooch. Beam. Britt

from molu4 :

I'm not very vegetarian anymore. Not hardly at all. I eat them poultries with abandon. Someday maybe I'll get back on that bus. Not before Thanksgiving though. Oh baby why ain't 5 oclock yet? Why? I'm so sleepy. Kiss kiss

from molu4 :

Ah, babes. I'm getting excited for real now. It's perfect road trip time. I want a road trip too. Alas, that will have to wait. But I am too too excited for you and Justin to come. Is Justin tall? Basho's a little bit scared of tall boys. Do you want to make Thanksgiving dinner? Frances said lets spend thanksgiving together. Tell me the things you like and Justin likes so I can go to the grocery store, right. Don't worry, pizza and beer aplenty. Ooo. It'll be fun!

from molu4 :

Holy cow. I just wrote an entry (terrible, really) about how I hate all my entries. Oh well. That all sounds good to me--Justin can of course stay till Monday. Of course of course. I'm excited. When's he arriving? You're coming on Thursday, right? Yippee, babes.

from frances1972 :

Oh Gonzo, you an animal. This is so good. Just the thing I needed to read on this pretty day. Mordee Shordenbop.

from molu4 :

Woohoo! That all sounds brilliant. I hope Justin isn't allergic to stuff because you know how I keep house. I can't wait. Start making a list of all fun things to do. I'm in need of mucho funo. XO

from molu4 :

Yay! Come along little doggie. There'll be beer and pizza aplenty if you do. Excellent.

from frances1972 :

Saw MP this morning -- he was all dressed up going to a barmitzfa (which I don't know how to spell) and I told him that you might possibly head north over T-giving and he was so excited, standing on my sister's porch in the early morning, it was stripped down and he said, "Britt's coming???!!!" and I said that I'd been hearing some talk of it. This is maybe too much pressure, but it's meant to be sweetness. I mean to say Happy Thanksgiving.

from frances1972 :

It's late, I'm sorta drunk, and you are funny, funny. If you come for Thanksgiving, all y'all can come over to our house and we can sit in the dark in the pasture and be cold. This is supposed to be enticing. See, I like the pasture and the night sky and the cold. Hotdog?

from molu4 :

boobies I'll accept. Preteen tits = NO. Google away. And also, what's with all the babies in the world? Laugh loud girl. Damn. You come for Thanksgiving. I'm going to be right here the whole time. Tell Justin I said to come too. I got tons of bed space, etc. What else was I going to say? I don't know anymore. You crack me up--this entry was HI-larious.

from molu4 :

You funny. I slobber when I laugh, for instance. I can't get the top of THIS banana over here off but I don't want salsa I want oatmeal or coca cola or an omelette or a bagel. I'm still mad at seapig even if you're not. He's on my LIST. XO

from frances1972 :

I've had a request up here from ivecojeff -- he said to me, how can I read her diary (meaning yours) -- he tried and got the password protection thing -- I told him I'd ask you if you cared -- which is what I'm doing here -- but no pressure, at all, I know he's curious cause I'm forever going on and on about your Brittania, The Country. Is all.

from flusianna :

The divorce book is the most difficult to read and understand. The chapter on purchasing furniture loved by both is complex. You have perhaps created a loving situation whereby the two of you can mutually enjoy the new couch and table. Enjoy!

from molu4 :

I didn't go. A bird pooped all over me when I left work and so I was demoralized. Bird shit. That ever happen to you? First time for me. Gah.

from molu4 :

Oh wait. So if I go to that reading that starts in about 10 minutes I will see your buddy Kathy? Weird, man. You shoulda come.

from molu4 :

Laura Minor! I remember she said that! Laura Minor was cool. She went to Sarah Lawrence. I don't think she ever knew what my name was. Sigh. I think about what she said about fiction and poetry--sometimes I think she's right (right for her, right for me) sometimes I don't. I dunno. I still think about it though. I'm glad you do too. XO

from frances1972 :

Seapig oughta mind his own daggum business. If there's one thing I don't like in this world, it's when people tell other people they're embarrassing them. When these people do this, it brings out the asskicker in me, like these two fellas I used to know, my nemesises (?) who were forever tormenting this girl because she made cartoon noises all the time. And they picked on this boy who lived in this shack, literally, across from the graveyard. I don't know who I thought I was but I threw a roller skate in one of them's face and slammed a chair down on the other one's head. Different occasions. They scrapped me pretty good. Wait, now I feel sorta weird for writing this, like maybe you think I'm jumping to your defense when you didn't even ask for it. Well, maybe I am, but it's a good thing. Does this make any sense? I'm not gonna scrap with anybody. I'm nice. And so are you.

from molu4 :

Fuck them for sure. Be loud, lady. People need to get over their damned embarrassed selves--that's the stupidest meanest thing. Who's this seapig character? I'm thinking he ain't no good at-all. Come visit me and we'll get ROWDY.

from molu4 :

Whenever I try to think of something specific or whenever someone asks me what I'm thinking these words pop into my head: I got a 100 on my math test. Yep. Haven't taken a math test in about 10 years, good heavens. I used to do math problems for fun, though, watching tv, because math is so clear and straight and sooths my troubled brain. I'm hijacking this note field, aren't I. Sorry mon ami. I loved this entry too. I'll make you a north carolina shirt with exclamation points. Aye matey! XO

from frances1972 :

You are so good. Palm-kisser. Yep. If you really wanna freak me out, you did with the fork thing. Why oh why? Because whenever anybody -- myself included -- talks about being stressed or feeling stressed, I picture in my head chewing on forks. Like somebody'd chew a handful of peanuts. That's weird, I think. Fork thinker, tom tinker. This is from Frances.

from flusianna :

Sweetness...it is such joy to read your musings. There are days when they brighten my mood and make me smile right out loud!

from molu4 :

Pre and post Thanksgiving sounds marvelous. I want to eat a Thanksgiving dinner right now I'm so hungry. We'll discuss in more detail, yes. MP asks me everytime I see him, When's Brittania coming here?

from molu4 :

Oh eek--I'm not going to be here for Thanksgiving, I think. I wrote about why in me diary today--I think I'm Colorado bound. We shall see about that. More soon...

from frances1972 :

I get such a kick outta the little tiny things you throw in -- like, very interesting, rubbing your goatee -- there're all so many of them, like an old store with so much good old stuff you can't make one pass and see it, all the corners you gotta go to -- this is dumb, a right dumb metaphor, but I meant it, so maybe it counts. It's sincere, I mean.

from frances1972 :

Yeah, I bite the sides of my mouth when I'm sleeping, that or I clamp down, sleep like Buddy Black, I've noticed. When he gets comfortable, he circles circles circles and then down and tucks his paws up under him and his head to the side. And so do I. We look alike, we sleep alike, we both jump around Jeff in the morning cause we're so dang happy to be awake. I love this entry too -- wish I coulda seen Justin on the webcam -- do they have archives?

from molu4 :

You are like the rockingest girl I know. I bite the sides of my tongue for the same damned reason. My tongue, while not too long, is way way too fat for my mouth. Or my mouth is way way too narrow for my tongue. When I am on drugs this fact becomes the most fascinating and bothersome thing about me. Luckily I'm almost never on drugs. Or unluckily, depending on the day.

from molu4 :

Hey, I think I saw him! I think he waved his arms in the air! Am I making all this up? Could be. I'm gonna write you an email veddy veddy soon. XO Molly

from frances1972 :

Girls do need a song. Lucinda comes the closest, maybe somethin' like her song "I drove my car in the middle of the night/I just wanted to see you so bad...It didn't matter what my friends would say/I was gonna see you anyway" (maybe the name of the song is "I Just Wanted to See You So Bad" or something). But you tickle the tar outta me and get me all full up of tears, all at the same time. And, manoman, I make bad second impressions too. I try too hard; no, not always; or: I try to be cool, trying to appear like I'm not trying too hard -- and then. As ole Johnny says, "Wellllllll...get rhythm."

from molu4 :

I looked, but I couldn't tell if I saw him. Did I see him? All the people on that webcam are so tiny. Was he there? And was he wearing red? How you, dearest?

from molu4 :

Ah shucks, I won't be able to see your buddy Justin. Stupid class starts at noon eastern time. On Wednesdays. What does that apotheowhateveritis word mean anyway? Nevermind, you. I take my ignorant self to the dictionary too. XO

from frances1972 :

All the Molu4s and all the Brittanias. Hotdog. I got a pain in my throat reading the things that made you cry, then I went and welled up reading this last entry, how good it is, the sun's going down here, it is Friday, and I'm gonna drink me a beer. In its entirety. Or three or six. Gotta run across the county line to get some. And then.

from molu4 :

My momma told me there'd be days like this. Oh Brittania, I know. The consolation, such as it is: this entry is practically perfect in every way. The list of things that made you cry made me cry too just reading em. Enid S. may be a fancy poet lady but she don't know good when it smacks her in the eyeball. I still maintain that THAT was a mistake. I was in that damned class and you could and can and will always be able to write circles around those chumps. Seriously. You're my favorite.

from molu4 :

Let's GO already! Let us go then you and I! I vant the going now! Right now! I need about a lot of money! Where can I get all the money! And then we'll go and leave all this mess behind! I'm off of work now too honey pie. Bye bye.

from molu4 :

I forgot they did that at your thesis meeting. I think nobody except JG read my thesis and she's SUCH a freakazoid. Man. RB. He's the best. We have gone wiggity wack with the initial talk here. Brittania! I'm sleepy. When you gonna visit me. I'm gonna visit you in December I decided. I mean, if you invite me. I thought the story with Red and the french fries and how you said "they sure do give you a lot of fries around here" was the best story ever. I love it. I'm laughing out loud thinking of it. That's how I network too sweetie dahlink. Fo sho. XO

from molu4 :

Mankind. I always have about 10 hundred things I want to say to you while I'm reading your diary and I still have one more entry to go. DK! Fucking rock star poet teacher. He ain't no good. I never had his wife for a teacher (BH, right?). Did you know that fucking DK was on my thesis committee? How ridiculous is that fact. And JG. Good lord. I got myself mixed up with the wrong damned crowd down there. Except for you and Kim Garcia and RM Berry who still makes me swoon. Sigh. Good teachers. I love em.

from molu4 :

Hey Brittania my lovely friend. I'm catching up on your diary here and I still have two more entries to go, but you should know that though I've never met him, I love your pal Justin. He sounds excellent.

from molu4 :

Hey, what time is it? Oh, that's right. It's time to raise your hands in the air like you just don't care because, yo everybody! It's young Brittania's birthday! Hip hip! Hip hip! You my posse leader so you best have a fine birthday, m'lady. This note is embarrassing me. Happy birthday, friend. That's really all I wanted to say. XO

from frances1972 :

Shoot, I meant to wish you happy birthday, happy birthweek (happy birthmonth...) yesterday, but the train entry made me forget about the paper dolls. I was trying to make a paper doll out of a picture of Ulysses S. Grant (because I think him handsome) to hide some wires above my head, but I got tired and only mounted the picture on some cardboard. I'm gonna go eat some soup now, I'm gonna eat some soup and wait for the rain but you keep having yourself ALL the sweet, sweet days.

from frances1972 :

I love this diary, Brittania the Country. In my head I have all sorts of words to say in response, but I'm so sleepy. I'm just all took over by sleep, but this train, the image of this train, how you write about it being sad and lonesome and soothing, same thing, I will sleep well.

from molu4 :

Golly I am such a note whore. At least I'm Brittania note whore. But I was just driving down my old street--remember my apartment 10 feet from the trains? Did the train go by in the night when you stayed over? I remember how awful that sound was at first, how it scared the crap out of me. But then I got used to it and loved it and you're right. Both are true. I love trains and I'm dead scared of them.

from molu4 :

I actually said in class today that Eliot and his cohorts were the rocknrollers of the poetry world back in the day. Yes, ma'am I did. I'm writing another entry right now taking it all back. Poor Prufrock. I love him.

from molu4 :

Arg. Gah. I can't get into my email--all day here I haven't been able to check it. Probably this is very good for me. Anyways. I <3 Frances and I <3 you. Molly

from molu4 :

My eyes are all red and cracky from lack of sleep and I have many things I want to say but before all that: you kick everybody's ass. Right on buddy boy. I regreted half what I wrote t'other day about vulgarity and keeping your clothes on because I don't think I described it right. Go over to livejournal--that's the shit I hate. All they're clothes are off so they can impress everybody else with how daring and shocking and COOL they all are. I don't know--I'm not saying it right again. You kick man--get down with your bad self. I wish I were as brave as you. OK. I need a nap. Later gator (speaking of which: my mom is making me try to magically get tickets to the FSU/Notre Dame game at FSU--yeah--you never thought I would write such things in your notes did you--I'm an abuser. How ridiculous is this? Me? In North Carolina? Right momma.) Holy hell. I got to get out!

from molu4 :

Hey! Cross-messaging. I love it. I won't be sending Basho anywheres. Basho will be throwing himself on you without my encouragement. Basho will hit the ground running in the mornings searching you out. God's truth.

from molu4 :

When's your birthday? Damn it! I have this email that I'm a-working on for you. Everything takes too long today. And yesterday too. "I have been places without news." Oh that's good.

from molu4 :

Oh damn--look it that long Frances note. She's the best, I swear. But that's not what I came to say, lovely Brittania--this entry (Tuesday's) was g-r-r-e-a-t. Sad and true great. I owe you an email yes I do. I owe many an email. I've been not emailing for about a week now. I've much to say. Velcro. Neat. XO Molly

from frances1972 :

Hey there. This is Frances. This is what I did today. I woke up. Let friend's dogs out to pee. Drove to pancake house and met my folks and ate blueberry pancakes and looked at pictures of my nephews. Came back here. Forgot to drink coffee. Listened to Billy Bragg. Then listened to Billy Bragg and read all of your journal. I've been meaning to but I'm so glad I hadn't yet because I read every single word from start to now. And you love dear MP. And Sticky Fingers. And Creedance. And you mentioned the Dude. (And how I love when the Dude wrecks his car while getting nuts to Creedance.) And my right-now favorite is where you talk about the wild cards. And just everything really. I'm shovin' love here in your guestbook and you didn't ask for that, which is why your Brittania, The Country is so good. I do so much agree, "to say something in a nothing sort of way" however you rendered that. So you now have three fans in G'boro (officially I'm elsewhere, but - ) and I think I read that you're coming here. Right, I have a headache because I forgot to drink coffee, because I been here instead. This good here.

from invisibledon :

thanks for visiting

from molu4 :

Oh Kim Garcia! I want to make out with her too. I remember stumbling upon her at some writerly party during our last days as students and just GUSHING. How embarrassing. I love her still. She's the reason I ever did anything. The reason I live here, gosh darn. Everything I ever learned about writing I learned from that lady. Brother Dan developed a crush on her too, just hearing her introduce another poet at some reading. She is so very crush-worthy. I owe you an email. I'm in email debt. Soon, baby jeans, soon.

from molu4 :

I bet FSU got real serious after we left. Because we were such animals. Shh. I won't tell if you won't. I saw MP just the other day. I was anti-social though plus I'm always shy around him (since I made that huge faupaux the 1st time I met him) so I went out of my way to not see him, make eye contact, etc. I'm hungry and I'm tired and I have so much work to do. Save me. I'll save you.

from flusianna :

Sweetness, I am sad, but love you. It will all work out somehow. But the heart breaking part - you cannot avoid it, as once there was love.

from molu4 :

Mi casa es su casa, mon ami. Amen. That's four languages in these three little sentence-lettes. Five counting that last word of that last sentence which is me-speak. Plus I want to meet Justin. XO

from flusianna :

Now listen up. I want the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. You must understand that I know exactly what is happening. I looked forever.

from molu4 :

Man. Your diary gets better every day. And you started from a pretty high place, too. I love it. It's a pleasure to read, my fair lady. I owe you an email. I'm on the job. Kiss kiss.

from flusianna :

if'n I didn't know better, I'd say you had a happy pill. Still, this one is greaaaat! It must be the cold air - cleaning out the cobwebs. I'm still waiting for mine to clear. Maybe that's where the damn spider came from!

from flusianna :

one more thing, well actually two. did you realize that i made more than one entry today...the addiction is increasing - now i am an diary o-ho! also, that damnable dr. phil is going to have a tv show. the nerve!

from flusianna :

well, see, the thing is...wish i were drunk too. this has been one hellish long day. and i even missed the hot tub trip for the day. thanx for the entry - i was waiting. seapig is good.

from mia-xxx :

i enjoyed.

from molu4 :

Ah, dahlink, I adore you. This entry kicked ass. I love this sentence: "I'm afraid, sometimes, that I'll read the damn Dr. Phil book after all and I'll calm down, forget that I ever wasn't calm in fact." You rock. I have to clean my house now. Shawn (yes it's spelled like that--not my fault, mind you) will be here in 24 hours. Aaahhh! I am not prepared! I am the queen of procrastination! Remember how I turned that Huck Finn paper in for our Folklore class one week early? Remember that? What has become of me? Oh right. The early paper was the anomaly, not this. I'm abusing your notes. Apologies. You should come visit me. De-TOUR!

from molu4 :

Girl, I am so over the Justin love after last night. He's all, "well Simon I respect your opinion I really do [what a sassafrass freak] but let me whore it up a bit for a moment if you don't mind." Tamyra and Kelly all the fucking way, baby. Wahoo. Teach me more keyboard stuff. All I know is l8ter and lol and <3. And I don't even know what any of those mean. I love misusing people's notes and guestbooks. You didn't know that about me before but you do now. Watch out.

from molu4 :

Honey child you couldn't suck for an entire month if you tried. You can't even suck for one diary entry. I look for the suckiness and I just can't find it nowheres. Onto another matter: do you watch The American Idol? I <3 you.

from flusianna :

Finally. The beginning. Flu

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