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Ah, you don't; Calbert's one of mine. I spotted you months ago, and noticed your calendar system. I used that in high school, for a while -- I'd date everything according to it, and piss off my teachers.

from alienamiss :

AWK! You?! You're the calendar girl? I've been relooking for you for months. Dude! I have a question: what's a Dead Nazi's favorite desert? Perchance, is it Goebbels Gateaux?

from calbert :

Dude -- are you using the 1700s Revolutionary Calendar?

from raven72d :

indeed.

from raven72d :

2001... You've been here even longer than my own journal (6/02)...

from xxholding-on :

hey i saw you were online and i really wanted the vote/review from diaryland members towards an art contest i joined. It's a coach marketing contest and i need as many votes as i can get! I'm already in 19th out of 2700, please help me out! http://www.brickfish.com/Pages/PhotosAlbums/PhotoView.aspx?picid=975395_34070543&pid=2767347&scid=452

from dwell :

" September is not smiling, but she refuses too. Sunday caught a giggle of theirs though, one that escaped when she thought no one was looking and she couldn't catch again. Yup, Sunday caught it and kept it, and told me to give it to you."

from dwell :

love

from tou-mou :

I'm aiming for Indian chief, myself.

from dwell :

"Could I maybe have some cocoa with that?"

from dwell :

No, not in love. Just the fancy words of a searching heart

from peleides :

my most recent description of our friendship: completely safe space that is not at all boring.

from peleides :

De Sade, glorying in the base humanity, the tactile pageantry of the Wreck of Marat's revolution feels the waves on his cheek like his very own tears. Salt stinging in his eyes, he tips his battered, word-soaked hat to thee.

from peleides :

I shall accompany your Micciarelliesque stylings with my poor imitation of Anderson - flute or tin whistle depending on the song.

from peleides :

I will have to dig up my Tristan and Isolde poem in which he tells her goodbye because tragedy tires him after all the livings and re-livings. Fangclaw indeed.

from dwell :

But no one can truly spill forth everything when holding a pen. That is where silence and dreams come from, says I.

from erato :

My wife, I am going to Florida in November, we should dance in the humid sunshine!

from erato :

Oh, the pata pata!!! I was just thinking about it today. I actually downloaded the charleston and am trying to remember how, but I cannot for my life recall. I haven't danced it for... A DECADE, OMG, how old are we now?!

from erato :

Oh, my beautiful wife! Thank you for the words this morning.

from autumnal :

so damned interesting, you.

from peleides :

scream to me, my dearest friend. it's my turn to listen.

from dwell :

you could come and sit by my cage and talk with me or tell me stories anytime you like, since you've have no top to yours and i keep misplacing the key to mine...

from dwell :

alone is such a lovely place to stretch out and be. and i'm sure you know that you don't lack for others to love and love you in return. and i do think, one should never become so big for their britches that plain and simple love isn't enough. (though sometimes easier said than done)

from blueapple :

Ah, a gendarme disguised as a bourgeois? How grand. I've coveted one of those since I was a little girl.

from erato :

Nunca? Por que, querida mia?

from ladyofsnow :

So, lady-love, will you be making it to the Babel Thanksgiving in Virginia next year?

from ladyofsnow :

Right back at you, darlingred.

from erato :

You know, love, when I wrote this entry, I thought of you. Indeed, when I was living this entry, when I was in The Tower, I though of you. I have never told anyone this. But it is true. Shhh. It's bad form to think of your own wife during elaborate liaisons, no? [Laughs] How I love you!

from erato :

My love, my wife, my everything! I have a question for you. Could I ask you to host a few images for me? I need them for Erato, I haven't a membership and cannot procure one (cut up credit cards, can't trust self until have job). I thought about letting Erato fade away, but I miss her! WIll you come to my aid?

from dwell :

Kisses and hugs from moons and mle's. I know how wretched friendships gone awry can feel. hope you feel better.

from dwell :

I accept!

from dwell :

I borrowed 'desire' from you. (the icon. I just wanted to say it like that.)

from ghanima :

Am I missing a chunk of life here? Are you trying to get pregnant?

from erato :

Art thou online, oh future wife dearest of mine? (is our marriage to be valid on Diaryland also? It should be, it is a Canadian site... what do you think?)

from dwell :

the thing about rabbit holes is that really, you shouldn't go looking for them, because when they reach out and pull you in, it's simply wonderful.

from racrabtree :

I see you meme meme from time to time. 5/17 entry. still at morgans?

from dwell :

Namaste! (it means 'the divine in me bows to the divine in you')

from bootprints :

the Girls say "and one key to unlock it all".

from dwell :

Hullo Rabbit. i just thought i should say that you made my day better. if i could figure out how to make you smile and giggle and be filled with all sorts of gleeful goodness, i would try to do just that.

from bootprints :

hullo. how are you? how many days till france? i'm still on the verge of distraction, but i believe it'll settle soon. i've been wanting the weather to stay warm long enough to keep me outside more. the Girl's are being silly and have been having a staring contest. they would say hi if you didn't make them giggle. and the boys' are gonna be colliding soon so i'm going to going make all the neccesary aramgements. hope you're days are being lovely to you. ta.

from dwell :

you know what else is in the air besides twitterpation? Sweetness. yep. just good, old-fashioned, simple, Sweetness.

from dwell :

not one, not two but Three letters. oh, how lovely! they'll be on their way as soon as i can get a minute to concentrate.

from egress :

Bayonets! That's the word I was searching for. You must have read my unconscious, pre-worded mind - perhaps its the shared feelings. ha. Is that you in that picture on your site?

from erato :

Sheer, yes, as sheer as the smoke veils allow me to be. As the veil behind which I rein allows me to be. Sheer, sheer. Alway present, never quite there. Sheer.

from dwell :

you know what word always comes to mind in spring? 'twitterpated'.

from erato :

Ha ha! I must borrow that brilliant excu--err, reason sometime.

from dwell :

the rain and i have an understanding. it belongs to everyone and no one. and sometimes exclusively to itself. i envy the torrents too.

from dwell :

i once walked five blocks at nine o'clock in the morning in the city and over railroad tracks, with a very heavy suitcase And a duffle bag, in a pair of high heel sandals because i thought i could take them off on the train, and that they'd make my feet sweat less. that was one of the dumbest things i've ever done. i had these wretched blisters on my feet for nearly two weeks. blisters suck.

from dwell :

whatcha got there? .looks back at the entry. muslin is one of my favorite fabrics.

from dwell :

are you sighing?

from dwell :

i was wearing boots, does that count?

from dwell :

mmmm. getting kissed by beautiful girls wrapped in velvet. whoever came up with that kiss me i'm irish gimmick was brilliant.

from dwell :

kiss me. (i'm irish).

from dwell :

hullo. goodnight. how are you?

from dwell :

and... homestar runner is really funny. my sister and i watch that a bunch in the early winter.

from dwell :

'scuze the stuffed up bmose...

from dwell :

as long as it's for the leaping.

from dwell :

i've been being to ask you why you associate me with the gazelles.

from dwell :

"And in blithe, bloody bliss" ~absolutely~

from teanlemons :

tonight, in my head, all i see and hear, is this girl in a dark room holding her sides and laughing. and this also reminds me of you for some reason. which is why i thought i'd share.

from dwell :

and did the knights play well together?

from dwell :

knights! there must be knights! and a fight between a girl and the person whose horse she's running after. 'least, that's what i think.

from dwell :

why are irish pubs out of season?

from teanlemons :

just out of curiousity, are the birds mad?

from dwell :

not only have i been known to quack when alarmed or startled, but i was more than once told to "leap like a gazelle". seriously.

from dwell :

thanks.

from dwell :

could i have an address to send your questions to?

from dwell :

oh, but rabbits should always cheshire in winter, it's what makes 'em glow and sparkle... especially the white ones.

from royacrabtree :

white rabbits should never Cheshire in winter ...

from dwell :

there is an old whorehouse near where i live, that is supposedly haunted, and they've turned it into an irish pub. i kinda want to go, but i'm not sure how i feel about seeing ghost whores and being drunk at the same time.

from dwell :

nothing. it was just something to the effect of, did you really? how was it?

from royacrabtree :

... to out of about down under up for in from out back over yonder

from royacrabtree :

You need a dread tickling to death ... or just drop the anti from your social feelingzz...

from royacrabtree :

Zo, yew hef bkomen zie annnti-zotzialist Nazi? (dumpkopf). Still need a TN, where you work, and a time to contact if you wanna do lunch ...

from teanlemons :

RUGBY!?!

from royacrabtree :

Qat pictures ...

from royacrabtree :

ICU, UCme? sno, cold.

from royacrabtree :

Zo, still U exizt. Still Ve haf knot mett. Ivf I kno vhere you verk or U kall, ve kan mebbe meete?

from royacrabtree :

do you let live? Diga me! Lunch + food? DO tell when & where (car working). Send Email ([email protected]) or call (you should have the phone).

from erato :

The illusory world is so much more rich, perhaps that's why I spend so much time in retrospect and dreams of passing times, spinning times and tastes.

from royacrabtree :

|Seems AOL still remembers gloryeverlasting.org (altho it forgot it for a while) |--- |Re: http://caudelac.diaryland.com/domii.html | |All qats are natural. Especially when knot. |-- |Re: http://caudelac.diaryland.com/blindeye.html | |Better than having no mouth when I must scream (apologies to Harlan Ellison***). | | *** Spellcheck suggests elision. How apropos. Harlan would approve. |--- |Oi nivir did tell ya aboo' Agin'court, ne? | | It's all aboo' Anglican Iiirshers | | givin' the French the English | | from their own peasant mothers presenting others | | with mothers presents of aroos in | | a quorrel during a quarrel by plucking pheasant feathers after Flocking Their Birds (And Others) Tagithir**** flippin' the bird, ya unner'stan', strippin the pheasant feathers for others, and afixin'em on th' arse of the shaft of an aroo four their son, the Anglic*** (tilted, ya see?) ***Spellcheck suggest "angelic". Yeesh Iiirsher (the noise, ya see?) who steps forward in Battail and Plucks! Yew!, thus giving' the French All the English they have (the gift ta gie ye, s'welp me!) Whereupon, shouting Huzzah! They Give the French an Anglic Salute, to wit: Lifting the Finger they Plucked Yew with, an' colloquially, or symbolically Present The Shaft, and Thereupon Fillip The Bird, onct and a Gain An' Shouting, joyously: Aroo! Aroo! Causing Much Joy Among the Anglish***, and ***spellcheck suggest Anguish; better. Some Consternation Among the Franks, Who Left, Fearing the Yew, so to speak Saying Mon Dieu, Adieu! Whereupon, All Proper Anglish bent over and Bowed, As Required, Thus Breaking not a Yew Bow Strings ... So Be Careful When shafting flocked pheasant's feathers to pluck yew; Thus causing Shakspear's Lament (Not a Yew Fears later) "Much Adieu About No String"

from ghanima :

Need address for birthday present.

from royacrabtree :

Long time no see no hear no write no mail no not nothing ... drop a TN or an EMail if you would ... [email protected] you should see an EMail from me on msn

from ghanima :

Eh? What to snark for?

from sheherezade :

Praise from you is the sweetest of all--like always having jam to-day.

from ghanima :

Of course, darlinggold--my address is Bethany Thomas PSC 473 Box 2421 FPO AP 9649-2421. Can't wait!

from ghanima :

Solidarity, baby. We have a big typhoon coming in. Batten the hatches and all that jazz. AND I'm sick, too. But guess what extra fun surprise Japan comes with? That's right! Free earthquake with purchase of typhoon! 5.0 this morning. Just know I'm right there with ya, if a little more shaken than stirred.

from funda :

Strangely mystifying (as opposed to ordinarily mystifying, I suppose).

from ghanima :

I feel like this is sucking like a 1954 Hoover with chrome attachments.

from blueapple :

Ah, I used to use sheets of tissue intended to wrap breakables for my workplace manifestoes. Now, as often as not, my notes are on scraps of satin. The ink bleeds something terrible.

from raven72d :

Is hating Ted Hughes the same as my loathing for the Manx?

from ghanima :

You keep leaving me these cryptic messages. I love, and wish we were not alone. Your montparnasse was beautiful, by the way.

from ghanima :

Darling, my claws are ever at thy service. and now that the ether is hooked into my abode, I am ready to be of use. And to contiune certain letter-campaigns. Adore, adore. And what is it you are selling?

from ladyvivien :

Consider yourself hired.

from blueapple :

Hee. I used to sell sparkly wine charms, too. I remember laughing at the silly people who wanted such things and now -egad- I am one. How embarrassing.

from mllecathy :

er, that was me. but yes.

from wasps-nest :

*hugs tightly*

from ladyvivien :

Better than chocolate? I find that hard to believe but thank you ;)

from ladyvivien :

Thank you, lady. Squeezy-hugs always appreciated.

from blueapple :

You're on for the ambivolently gendered sibling-hood, I think that the world is in great need of such a thing and besides, it would be a jolly good time.

from odalisk :

er - you probably didn't want an answer - but boethius was montaigne's great love, I think he was a poet as well.

from ghanima :

how does one go about committing mindless googlism? One wants to know.

from ghanima :

HARumph. I do NOT live in New Jersey. I live in Rhode Island. that's about enough of that, missy.

from salaminia :

How long are you going to be in Jersey? Because I'll be in Atlantic City next Sunday, and the day before that, I'll be in Boston, watching Cornell (hopefully) beat Harvard.

from ghanima :

Umm, I think desolate is a good name. Like the wilderness ala kerouac. I hope you like me...Thanks for the Sartre. Yea verily, I am a cigarette omelette. Ettes of the world unite.

from odalisk :

OK, in response to your 'fat girls' entry and because this is my newest obsession: when I weigh 117 people tell me that I don't need to lose weight & if the subject comes up assure me I look great. When I weight 112 people comment incessantly on how great I look. A couple of pounds can make a very visible difference.

from odalisk :

The Dictionary of the Khazars rocks. Yes. And so does WH Auden. I'm going to come back sometime soon and actually read your diary. For now, I'm just excited to see that you mention the Dictionary of the Khazars.

from ghanima :

Oh yeah? Well, according to the quiz, I'm you, beloved Rabsjavert.

from guildenstern :

I confess that I haven't read it all yet; but what I've read I've found incredibly entertaining. I thoroughly intend to return often........

from streetlamps :

hiya... I wanted to let you know I'm getting a line error from your page... says that there's a problem in line 65. I can help you fix it if you like. Lubs Babbitt

from ghanima :

if I ask nicely with a big strawberry in my hand will you help me make a pretty template? (picture pathetically cute face in the driving rain.)

from crabtreeroy :

smaneru's mbox @ yahoo is full; pass it on. and/or the attachemnts I sencha.

from crabtreeroy :

boo.

from quiara :

I didn't sign your notes? Well, tsk. I love you, Rabs dear. And all the boys say hello, except for the ones who won't admit to it.

from sagebearz :

Happy Birthday love. Shawn (Ursa)

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