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Hey Darling. Check out my new one entry journal!
N and L are en route drunk. I am skinny, crabby and glad I don't have a gun.
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i feel explody too. and sneezing thoroughly.
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i'd be happy to pay for at least one month's rent while i camp out in your guestroom (really i have a tent and everything) figgering my next move. don't let this stop you from locating a more permanent roommate though. as someone who was also once "given the opportunity to resign" from soul-sucking employment, you have my sympathies.
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aliceayers : |
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do you really want playing cards? can we we play cards whilst hungover on sunday?
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bother : |
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i think i like you too. let's be almost, hypothetical friends,
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castigada : |
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Wo bist du, mein geliebtes Land!? Gesucht, geahnt une nie gekannt!
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peth : |
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Och, Haud yer wheesht alriddy!
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I would be honored to dub Double Agent 1980 for you. Do you prefer CD or cassette? Send me your mailing address at edithpilaf@yahoo.com. (My personal fave is The Push Kings rendition of Save a Prayer. Duran! Duran!)
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Happy 100th entry! Oh, gee, that greeting could be taken several ways, eh? Anyway, no one's posted on your notes page for awhile, and lo, here I am! Love ya!
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peth : |
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thanks for the compliment. blue does seem nice and cheerful.
everything in that song is freakin' brilliant.
i thought of you today because i listened to 69 love songs at the gym. good running music. who'd have thunk?
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Hi. About this color test thing, I took it too and it didnt match me. Sometimes maybe you have to pick the colors you dont like, who knows.
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sooner : |
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the coffee goddess is my pleasure. My secret pleasure.
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chzza : |
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Hurrah! Congratulations! I also, just a month or so ago, rescued a vast and ancient collection of pornography that had been secretly clogging the folks' computer without them realizing. Though, of course, mine was hetero, which if anything would've probably been a relief to them, since they've had their doubts in the past...
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peth : |
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happiest of movings, I wish you.
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Yesterday I was on a train from Richmond to Philadelphia. It was a local, so people were getting on and off at the various stops between there and hereand some beyond. I was sitting on the aisle reading my dogeared, old edition of Thucydides. I was nearly to the surrender of the Spartan army on Sphacteria, round about the end of Book IV, I suppose, when a rakish, but clumbsy, young man spilled coffee on my book as he passed in the aisle. I must always hate him for damaging my book, but I got his number anyway. He was on his way to Boston. Would you like it?
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You must needs not feel forward for grabbing the maudish ring. It is there for frolicksome folks like yerself to join, my little ginger nugget.
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Wow, I'm already a favorite. Way to go, me. Though I'm not quite sure what I've done to warrant an "Oh, my."
Anyway, I reeeeeeeaaaaally like your diary. Alreadyafavorite, yourself.
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Correct me if I'm wrong, but isn't LOTR *already* slash fic? Oh, wait, I'm just talking about the movie, not the book...sorry.
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peth : |
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oh, but Legoland had those odd, dark dead eyes. they scared me, though he was elvish and blonde otherwise. and I am INTP. will you still love me?
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oh, fiddle my stick. tippi's lipstick was just the right shade of coral-red. her nails didn't match exactly, and that was just right. many people hate Camille. At least she gets me thinking, as do you, my darling.
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oh sweet riatsala. I would spoil the end of Trainspotting for you. You know as a birthday gift of sorts. But I'm afriad I can't remember it. Let's see, first he climbs into the toilet and then somebody does an impression of Sean Connery and shoots a dog in the testes with a BB Gun. Pump action if I recall. And then that guy gets all strung out and goes on a rather ill-fated job interview. And I seem to remember a scene in a pool hall. Oh, Riatsala, why does my memory fail me? Is it the Jagermeister?
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Happy Birthday, A. May your mansions be many and your tip jar full.
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chzza : |
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Like, omigawd, you love the Blue Flower too? Kewl!!!!!!!!!!! UR THE BEST!!!!!!!!!!! (I also love Innocence). Oh, and a very happy birthday. May your mid-20s be wonderful, erotic, and wonderfully erotic.
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! I didn't realize how near we are in age--did you skip kindergarten? I'm turning two dozen in March.
Hey, bubby, tawk to me awreddy!
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I'm DaVinci's Mona Lisa. Problem is, I don't like to be gawked at by thousands of fat tourists each day.
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I am liking the chocolate placemat upon which yer words are morseled. I dig asexuals, and have had sex with far fewer than 5. Still, they say I am a whore. I know not the Latin, alas. more later.
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chzza : |
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Hurrah! Up the sissy proletariat! Warm soy milk tastes like cat runs!
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Hey bubby--I'm back from the limbo'd. Well, still in Seattle, but what I mean is--I've updated my diary! and will continue to do so! Imagine! Glad to see you're barristin' again.
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at the time of asking...Mo
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As I believe Gandhi once said, "Holy cow!" I'm so pleased someone caught my bleep-bleep Blake, although I should've known it'd be you, you fearfully symmetrical rascal.
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Well, darling, I was at the home of some conservative gay men this evening and all they served me for dinner was MEAT and BEER, with no utensils. Even the gay boys in Texas are mad with testosterone. There was a darling one named Kevin that I would totally fix you up with, were you here, in Texas, where the fags eat beef. I miss New England, where bodies are covered with coats this time of year. Kiss-kiss, Edith/Mo
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my profile says you like my diary. if you do, thanks!
love to see millay referenced anywhere.
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chzza : |
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Don't forget to do your spielundtanz on James Clerk of Penicuik.
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chzza : |
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Hate not the tastemongers, for it were Ms. St. Vincent Millay herself who started the whole cycle: first in, then out, in, out, in, out... occasionally thrice a day, or so I've heard.
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Is it gauche to leave messages for oneself?
Of course it is. That's why I'm doing it. Yes, Mr. Chzza; it is Mr. Porter. Damn. Well, their given names rhyme...
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Coward may have been a sweaty bastard, but according to the Kinsey Report, it's Porter who's finding it just too darn hot. [*braces himself to pitch the woo in the upcoming Battle of the Cultural References he has now started*]
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Have I told you lately how much I love your diary? How much it makes me think and makes me HEAR the music of your life......
Grazie...
Miss Throckmorton
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