( 7:42 PM )
The following handwritten letter was found strewn on the marble steps of McKinley Hall:
Dear Lisa,
I was totally thinking about something--you can pick your friends and you can pick your nose, but you can’t wipe your friends under the living room couch. Damn girl, those sandpaper condoms you gave me really rubbed me the wrong way (although the headboard on my bed is curiously smooth). Haven’t done any laundry lately—-my cat simply licks all my clothes clean and then I’ll just spray everything with febreeze. Hey guess what? After years of practice I can finally play “Stairway to Heaven” using only a tin washboard and a set of stainless steel serving spoons. You should come to the Mucus & Body Fluids festival-- I’m meeting some seamen down there later.
Hugs, chugs, and drugs,
Kristin
Song of the Day:
“What Can You Believe?” Black Flag demo 1982
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( 12:10 PM )
The following handwritten letter was discovered just outside McKinley Hall:
Dear Lisa,
I can’t wait until Star Wars opens in theaters! I’ve spent two weeks in line for tickets, but it turns out I was in the line for House of Wax. I hate you Paris Hilton it’s all your fault! Hey why didn’t anyone warn me about washing my delicate sweaters with pants made entirely from industrial strength velcro? I’m so totally bummed that 2 Walls Webzine is on hiatus and oh yeah since when have we been at war with Afghanistan? Maybe it’s my numb ass talking, but right now I’m thinking hard about soft things & sitting while envisioning standing. Leeesssa… I am your faaatthhhher…
I see your schwartz is as big as mine,
Kristin
Song of the Day:
“Crosseyed” Brendan Benson 2003
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