all those savory gifts that lydia's talking about were gifts that i gave! erin and i made good housemates. and now i am in the midwest, like a crazy person, and she has moved in somewhere new, w who knows who. i am wistful. will her new housemates bring home the pickles? will they appreciate the movie hookup and the record collection or erin's unparalleled chillin stylez and dance moves? someday soon erin, i will spread my sleeping bag in the corner of yr new place and we will chill like a fine white wine.
Ms. Hurley appears at all the right moments in my life and at all the right dance parties. She disappeared as quietly as she came but I am always gald to see her.
yeah, that is totally fucked up. I wish I was at that party, too. next time we actually get together we'll have to revive our costumes and walk around outside.
can't believe you add salt to your ramen. can't believe you're the only person i've almost really been arrested with. can't believe you hunted down 87 cent blue sparks like a fucking weimaraner...for me. can't believe that crackhead with the watermelon and YOUR records nestled all up in her sweater. believe in the power of the mothershucker.
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