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13 minute happy gal 2003-09-26 - 12:38 p.m. i have 13 minutes to add a new entry. hoo-rah. rikki and i have decided to ask our landlady for money. rikki wrote a letter, and i listened to the letter and said that it was a very well written request for money. so, wish us luck with that. yesterday it was grey and windy and cold, and it felt like london, and i really liked feeling london in the states. i found a hippie supermarket just like the one i loved in earth city, only more colourful, and i found a huge bookstore with escalators. escalators. i needed to look up some witch stuff, and unfortunately the new age section was right by the bathrooms. so i sat on a bench perusing ray buckland's huge 'encyclopedia of witchcraft' whilst chatty people walked to and fro the toilets. i did not find what i was looking for, though i did read a very interesting section on how to read tea leaves. i always wanted to know how to do that. halloween is near. rikki asked me if i was going home for halloween. i looked at her incredulously. she said that she didn't know if it was a big holiday in my household. i said that it was mostly a big holiday with me. usually i feel like i have to do something cool on halloween because i didn't do anything cool the previous year, but then i remember that i did do something cool the previous year. like how i forgot that i went back to wilson last year and hung out with rikki and lane. how i was a dead prom date and we went to the olive garden in earth city and the waiter gave rikki extra breadsticks wrapped up to take home because she has big boobs. good times, good times. rikki assures me that we can find something spooky to do in circle city. i trust her on this one. just a plain ol' goth dance would make me happy. that's me, a happy gal. eee-vil, like the fru-its of the de-vil, eee-vil - 2004-10-02 your cadaverous smile - 2004-10-02 waffles, forthwith - 2004-09-20 johnny wants pussy and cars - 2004-09-17 background artwork by teddy kristiansen, designed by me, hosted by d-land. © 2001-2003 |
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