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2003-02-07 || 2:43 p.m. || i heart the red. || doods, the red-haired boy is gettin me all hott and bothered. he sits across the street every day at approximately 2:42 pm reading his book and eating apples and. o. with his red hair and glasses. o. with his striped socks and general air of undercover dreamboatedness. and i sit up here in my bell tower every day, the hunchback of telegraph evenue, spying on him with the binoculars i got from saving twenty dum dum wrappers and sending them in with $2.95 shipping and handling. the office ladies and mike say they will give me forty dollars if on valentine's day i cross the street and kiss him, but that sort of behavior causes vomiting and quasi-spontaneous combustion. o. he crossed the street today. i watched him from my window. his slight balding spot gleamed in the sunlight like a dreamy red-haired bespectacled angel's halo. guestbook || notes || archives || profile || photos || d-land |