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Ichabod!

2001-08-02 12:51 a.m.

::shakes her head and sighs:: get the tape recorder, hes fucking singing to the goddamn candle. and yes, fucking and goddamn had to be there in that sentence. to drive home the absolute reality of what goes on around us. i prolly wouldnt believe it without a tape either, if i wasnt there. but its undeniable with the evidence of things like the insanity tape, and whipsam, and the jackass videos.

im all congested. congestion plus clean room equals fall and school. or winter. another formulaic happiness combo from 14000. but not really. happiness is a messy bandroom. ahhh headachy. thinking of everything i wanted to write in here but remembering the pointlessness of it all...you walked on THAT side of the railing, the rest of your life is pointless. the sheep and the goats. jammin with the stained glass window. we are so fucking ubelievable and impossible. what do other kids DO? doooooooooooo. its about time for a midweek email to jesse, but im so tired and i have to get up and go shopping tomorrow. yeah. ::insert insane sound here::

catherine called today, was happy to talk to her. she wants to know what to do about evan. saw evan today....very cute. not sure why im writing bridget jones style. those books must be most idiotic thing in whole world. brown brown brown. barone. baritone. goodnight, irene. goodnight, irene. ill see you in my dreams.