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I live with a massage therapist. She gets quite snappy when you fall asleep on her table, too, she's sure anything weighing more than 60 pounds will break it when perfectly placed in the middle. My experience, however, shows only that sitting in the very middle makes it give off a screech that scares you so you fall off of it backwards. Perhaps that was planned? My bed is practically stone, don't worry about it. Horrible back problems.
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...And I just left a note for you on my notes page. None of this is going very well at all. Efforts to get rid of me, perhaps?
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I'm noted for being one of a weird sort that spell it yoghurt. [nods]
Sleep is useful, I suppose, keeps the brain from bleeding, in the end.
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...it. Spell it yogurt. Sleep.
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You know, that typo is a million times funny during the however many-th our of a not-sleeping...athon. That didn't come out well. Slay diction, slay diction! Television here is crap all hours of the day, unless the history channel is having one of those fun documentary marathons where everything relates but no one agrees. Why did Hatschepsut (Oh my, did I spell that German-like?) want to be a man, by God?! And speaking of spelling things German-like, when I moved to the US it took me almost 4 years to realize they didn't spell yogurt and not jogurt on accident. Awkward moment that was. Why did I add that just now?
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Would that make you busty? ...My apologies, really. I can't help myself.
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In my own defense, the extra n escaped me because of a head rush caused by a flash game of Pac-man. And my lack of sleep. In fact, two seconds ago I was attempting to state that I was busy and kept saying I was busty, and I typed it at least 3 times before it came out right. I don't think beer bellies DO count as obesity, technically. I'm not even going to start on beer wars, though. It's dangerous territory.
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...Do beer bellies count as obesity?
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I'd have to not stop you and take the beer. Level 4 magic attack? I don't know. We could ride on beer. My Irish friend would maintain only Guiness would do. There go those crazy borders again.
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Precisely. And may the revolution ride on a wave of Nutella. Something high-carb. Standardize the obesity rate.
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Perhaps that note just now should have landed on the other side of the fence.
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cedartrees says hello, too. cedartrees is doing well, but she is tired. cedartrees loves you. awww.
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i looooooovvvvvveeeeee yooooooouuuuuuuu!
-a
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maybe it's intentions. maybe that can drive you mad. i suspect i do not actually know bc 1)i have a burned copy of that disc, ergo: i have no liner notes, and 2)among my many odd disorders i have a speech impediment which makes me say things improperly sometimes...and maybe i said it improperly for so long that it just became right in my head to me, and right in typing text. but i'm sure you'll let me know. you know how sometimes you hear something and it's something entirely different than what someone else who was listening had heard? ooohhhhhh....i need to gggggooooooo. i'm making no sense.
i love you still.
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Aww! *I* love you too!
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I know! I thought the same thing. She doesn't take an engagement very seriously, I guess. I noticed it long time ago, especially when she tried to get friendly with Nathan. Next time, I will ask her why she acts like a jackass >:D
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inventions in the sheets, where there bodies once moved....but don't move anymore....i love you. i miss you. ..i long to keep white roses in their eyes...
you can come get me now.
-a
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that, and: i am the coolest, no?
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ah. i've always wanted (c)it. hmmm. my favourite. 'twas funny, actually...i was thinking about the smell of your skin as i was doing whatever it was that i was doing when i was drunk and at the pub and looking up at you.
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Because.. because.. the really cool don't need to be told, of course. And you, you can have (c)it. Plus, I'm at the top, because I'm the bestist.
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number 1: tell cedartrees i belong at the top, that's why she's at the bottom.
number 2: i need some cit.
(loves)
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why am i at the bottom and not listed twice? [sulks]
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gelert sounds like the perfect name for a little green tree frog
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no! I LOVE YOU. no one else.
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I love you.
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(catching love...)
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darling. climb through it.
-a
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chivey!
how do i fix my notes from being sooooo loooonnnnngggg
and narrow type looking-ish? help?
-a
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yes. that DOES look much better now; doesn't it?
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who's drying up what now?
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hi, er, sorry. haven't note-ed in a bit. there is nothing wrong with punctuation before brackets, by the way.
since i am not at home right now; i don't feel comfortable. i'll email when i get eastside u.s. again.
-a
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all that. but it doesn't matter (if this all shatters....blah blah....). i love you anyway. right. shiggity briggity.
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ah ha!
no. i don't know. anyhoo. i want to send you a copy of my zine. would you accept? i shall email you soon. sorry that yr computer has gone wonky.
just like me.
-a
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brilliant, anyway. i love pests.
-a
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i think i've left notes to chiv before. i'm glad you note-ed. more soon. thanks. cheers.
-a
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mayhap.
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