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misshapen chaos in well-seeming forms.
Should you choose to accept, it will be VERYFUN.
Wanna come with me to...
THIS SHOW?!:
Wilco - Tuesday, March 21st
Wilco finally returns to KC with a Tuesday night show @ The Uptown Theater, March 21st.
Here's to you feeling better. -cheers-
New draft is up on the writing site, I think I might just post it here for happiness's sake. I also sent you a notice via AIM, but you're not thereeeee? What madness is this?!
A writer who needs an editor and an editor who needs a writer, both fittingly random with no attention span? We were made for each other. XD
Today was the day the seniors of last year came back and I'll be very very happy to see you if/when you come back next year. It will be tacklehugbiteknockEricadown time.
I have this super-secret screen name that only thirteen people know about, and guess what! You get to be the fourteenth, simply because I love you. It's insertemonamex. I got tired of coming up with ultra-emo names to make fun of the scene kids, and behold! This was born. I'm hardly ever on it during the week (due to extreme lack of time) but on weekends if I have nothing better to do, I live in front of this god forsaken machine.
Cookies? Hmmmmm... sounds tasty?
I'm thinking I really like blue, but I think that fuscia color I used to have in my hair might look good on you, if you place it right. Not like a bubblegum pink, you'll end up looking like cotton candy. But like a really electric pink? It might be nice.
I stole the asshole exboyfriend's Brand New CD. MUHAHAHA.
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