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2002-02-20 || 8:52 a.m. || hey calvin, you can bounce a quarter off that. || last night i had a dream that my bedroom was in the k records warehouse and apparently calvin knew nothing about it. he walked by and peeked his head in the door looking all confused and disgruntled and i was like 'ha ha. em.' because it's calvin, you know, and you know how things are with calvin even still, even after all the stories and the speedy desensitization of michael b, my old calvin cohort, and owen a, always one to be especially blase when it comes to rockandrollallstars. but. calvin. yes. so i'm making my bed, sheepishly now seeing as there is a calvin watching, and he walks in and i somehow get him to make my bed with me. but the thing is all the blankets are way too small and we're tugging at corners and i'm trying to sneak in some good looks and he's got this really hot shirt on and he's using that voice. that voice and. calvin and i are going on a date. maybe tonight. i have to fall asleep first to find out. guestbook || notes || archives || profile || photos || d-land |