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12.3.05

you could save me with a smile, I could love you for a while

Wow. Amazing amazing night. You know how a certain girl whose name rhymes with Werin likes to talk about how amazing her nights are and you feel so jealous because your night wasn't nearly so amazing? Well, my night was that amazing.

It started out, I was at work. And I got a TXT message. Which, you know, is cool to get a TXT message while customers are being annoying, there's somebody who's sending you messages. Yay, so I'm happy.

Then Ms. Dollar calls me, wants to hang out. Problem is, I'm at work till 10.30. I manage to find somebody to exchange shifts so I can leave at just the same time Sarah is finishing the thing she was doing before hanging out. And then she brings the awesome Ms. Winter with her. And we head over to the 'Bou, and there's a bunch of cute emo girls and boys there, and I get to look at them whilst Sare and Kind talk girl stuff. And I get to drink a Turtle Mocha, which brings back a tonload of memories. Just the sort of hanging out and having exciting conversations that makes you smile inside the whole time, you know?

I know this sounds stupid, I know I'm just partially high on caffiene, but still. Oh, and then a girl I used to work with saw me and said she was my stalker.

And tomorrow I'll be possibly practicing for what might turn into something cool, and that will be cool if it happens.

And the whole day I'm thinking about the amazing movie me and Fig are making. And then I come home, and Fig's made such a great poster, and it makes the whole thing seem real, which it never has before.

Fig's Poster.

I wrote the film that inspired that poster. Rock the frick on, you know? I'm sorry that the poster makes pretty much no sense if you haven't seen the film, but still. Fig's got actors and everything, he should be shooting very soon.

Now you're going to tell me to take a deep breath and calm down, but I'm too happy to. Share in my joy at the wondressness of life, eh?

6 Comments:

At 2:29 PM, Blogger Christina said...

You really kiss my boyfriend's ass way too much. I think at first we all took your man-crush less than seriously, but I have to say you are starting to creep me out a bit.

 
At 6:22 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Velcro Mary IS mentioned waaay to many times for comfort. I'm a little freaked. :p

(Nice meeting you the other night, Christina. :) Good to see another girl with a Ralph T-shirt..)

-Eva

 
At 10:15 PM, Blogger gregory said...

Where have I kissed Jason's ass?

 
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