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Aug. 1st, 2002 08:16 pmyay
we have an address, i'll send off an email soon with it, once we have phone-age too. we move back to philly to occupy our space on the fifth (sunday.)
living here at home has not been too bad, things seem like they are turning a corner (knock on wood) out here with the hicks and the deer, one can catch one's breath, and observe things a little easier, as if time were moving slower, or somehow forgot to look in on me and shake my tree. perhaps i can gain momentum and sneak up on time? maybe get a head start and get across the line before the son of a gun can react?
maybe
jason called, it was nice to hear from him... one needs friends when things are going sour.
looking at my grandfather's clergy badge makes me sad. i hope he found heaven. i hope that if you believe in heaven, you go there, even if it doesn't exist. (how un-saint-monkey of me, i know.) if anyone deserved to go, he did.
i can't find my high-school yearbook. what a relief. it's like it high school never existed!
picked blackberries off of the side of the road all night, now we are making a cobler. got some half and half chillen in the fridge, gonna be a fat bastard.
we have an address, i'll send off an email soon with it, once we have phone-age too. we move back to philly to occupy our space on the fifth (sunday.)
living here at home has not been too bad, things seem like they are turning a corner (knock on wood) out here with the hicks and the deer, one can catch one's breath, and observe things a little easier, as if time were moving slower, or somehow forgot to look in on me and shake my tree. perhaps i can gain momentum and sneak up on time? maybe get a head start and get across the line before the son of a gun can react?
maybe
jason called, it was nice to hear from him... one needs friends when things are going sour.
looking at my grandfather's clergy badge makes me sad. i hope he found heaven. i hope that if you believe in heaven, you go there, even if it doesn't exist. (how un-saint-monkey of me, i know.) if anyone deserved to go, he did.
i can't find my high-school yearbook. what a relief. it's like it high school never existed!
picked blackberries off of the side of the road all night, now we are making a cobler. got some half and half chillen in the fridge, gonna be a fat bastard.
