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"when you are out there on the road"
I haven't had time to write in my dear beloved journal recently. ;_; Sob, sob.
Ah, well.
I just realized that this journal is over a year old now. I started it at the end of March last year. That means my beloved black low top Chucks are also over a year old. And it was over a year ago when I marched with my Chucks over a mile in the rain with Ed, Becca Slavin, Shiv, Pilar, and other friends and such in the anti-war protest.
Time flies.
Anyway, this week's been pretty interesting but boring at the same time. I don't really have too much time to write about it right now, unfortunately. But Spring Break starts tomorrow. And tomorrow, Mom, Dad, and I leave for Williamsburg and don't get back home until Wednesday night. w00t.
So while there may not be too much time to write, I can be a trend/quiz/form letter/survey/thief whore and post a form letter that I stole from Esther.
"Dear Beth:
You are really __.
You should __.
We need to go __.
After that we can __.
Remember that time we __?
That was real __.
You are my __.
I __ you!
Signed your __,
__.
p.s. __."
Fill it out. Anonymous or not, I don't care.
I'll write about Williamsburg... or something... well, everything else, anyway... like going to Bill Bateman's yesterday with Bonnie when I come home Wednesday. Until then...
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(Anonymous)
2004-04-04 19:56
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Dear Beth:
You are really fun to be around.
You should come over my house again.
We need to go play DDR.
After that we can work on that manga we never really started writing.
Remember that time we were 'pole dancing' in your basement at that party?
That was real interesting.
You are my homie.
I wub you!
Signed your kitty,
Freyja.
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(Anonymous)
2004-04-08 19:04
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Dear Beth:
You are really wicked cool.
You should spike your hair, dye it green, and wear bright red lipstick.
We need to go . . . dancing?
After that we can have a food fight with oatmeal bars.
Remember that time we . . . wait, we what?
That was real(LY) nonexistent.
You are my pimpin' emo kid friend.
I *heart* you!
Signed, your easily excitable non-emo-kid friend,
Elizabeth.
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