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you're back!!
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locked!!! noooooooo..gimme the keys! How've you been..drop me a note :)
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mojo1915 : |
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Happy fourth of July! ~Jesse
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half-a-mind : |
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hi. i know you're locked... but a few of my favourite diaries link to you and i'd love to be let in, too... :)
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thank you. but where is the new house? if you'd like, email is: dharmabum@diaryland.com. flowers should be brought, yes?
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hello. i do love reading you [though i have not yet left you a note!] and if you would be so inclined, i would be grateful to continue doing so ... hope that things are grand, intrusions aside. be well.
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hello!
I had to lock because....oooohh....because I think someone is spying on my diary and spreading rumors around. So...please email me and I will send you the password, I have tried the form but being on dial up everything moves slowly so please be patient with me. I will soon change homes and unlock the new diary....
much love~freyja.
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Why are you locked now hmmmmm?
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robotheart : |
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knock knock.
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shivery : |
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petunia? what's the story? thou hast disappeared...will we ever see you again?
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blueapple : |
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Ah, but where goeth the Freyja?
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i tried to guestbook, to no apparent avail, so here goes: "the great great aunt who was an actress in silent film, 'One step up from prositute really'" - this reminds me of the beginning of swann's way (p 22 of the french pleiade edition), when he is describing swann's wife "a woman of the worst type, almost a prostitute, whom, to do him justice, he never attempted to introduce to us..." * * * "love was something you make happen to your characters when you want to make absolutely certain that they are miserable and shall get nothing done" - or when you need to ascribe a motivation to perfectly reasonable character in order to get them to act utterly irrationally!
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I've heard that New York is nice. And filled with some very nice people. Who are in New York. Where there is acting. In New York.
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I'm so happy for you right now I'm all full with it. You're amazing. :)
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psst. I think you're terrifically wonderful. Standardizing spellings is, from the long view of things, a modern invention anyhow. You really do use words well. Question, though - art deco or art nouveau for Ozma?
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Oh, peaches. So large the sound of it hurts your ears? I couldn't have possibly said it better myself. Can I be your moon-neighbor? We'll drink moon-coffee on Sunday mornings in overstuffed chairs together.
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ahh thanks for leaving me a note - ive just realised Diaryland isnt letting me know when i have a new one, so thank u :) Opal
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fulminous : |
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Um...I already...um. Ate enough. To fit them all in the shipping box. Um.
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>>> you say "mum" as though you're english. i say cheers a lot, but it is only because i like dark ales... _ ____________ _ __
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hermitage : |
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I just stumbled across your diary. I really admire the way you write. It's lovely.
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fulminous : |
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Hey peaches -- we haven't heard from you in ages and therefore I get worried. How're things in the crazy west? --Ful
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fulminous : |
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Maybe Big Actor Thingie and Adulterous Partner were...practicing a scene together? A scene with kissing?
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little freyja-biscuit! poor unwell monkey! many happy thoughts and healthy vibes sent your way. to be compounded when we see you on our shores.
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p.s. Eastward Bound Woohoo!
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Not to worry, peaches -- Kiki is on the menu for next weekend! I am what might be called "tres excited." And by the way -- if you do venture Eastward and I do not see your mobbing smooches I just might cry for days. Bottomless mimosas, Me, and the Shiv on a sunny Sunday afternoon. How could any sane being resist?
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am i to understand that we may be seeing you in new york in the not-horribly-distant future, dollbaby? if that's so, please let me warn you now that you are not allowed to leave the naked city without coming out to the hood so we can all fawn over your fabulousness. and ply you with lots and lots of red wine. oh, and happy belated birthday!
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blueapple : |
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Happy birthday, Freyja-dearie.
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fulminous : |
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Ooo ooo ooo! You're a fellow archaeologist AND you have slackage you're willing to spare. You get more and more delicious every time I read you.
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I am thrilled to death that I disturbed a corporate office without even being there--such is the power of the miserable Irish. Moo.
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So I started reading your diary bc I have a friend named Freya, and I thought, how funny that the name is just like hers, but I continue to read bc you express the trials and tribulations of boys, etc so well. I enjoy it. Oh, and I think it's good to be choosy in who you kiss and when. It makes it so much better :)
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fulminous : |
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Good luck, sweetling. Add my little East Coast voice to those cheering you on.
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fulminous : |
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(Secretly, I have to admit to a little irrational fear of the vagina dentata myself. Maybe it's just a gay thing. We're wacky that way.)
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fulminous : |
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You could always consider filing your fingernails, and possibly your teeth, to sharp points. Alternatively, carry around a basket of needles and start pokin'.
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fulminous : |
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Hot Laundried Cat is good, but sending me the definitions for Ass is better.
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blueapple : |
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You're on. I am most adept at drinking and talking mad shit. --Echo
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I LOVE Cadburry Creme Eggs....mmmmm....I look forward to them every spring :)
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so, you've been spotted.
becky*
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