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2004-01-16 || 11:13 a.m. || and i wasn't even on the list. || i called in sick to work. the street is quiet and if you stand in the backyard you can hear the kids at recess at the elementary school behind our house. there are boys all over the living room. playing tetris and tucked in sleeping bags and in the bathroom and getting back rubs from my sister. i am hungover. i still have lines on my face from sleeping too few hours. in a half hour i am going to the airport. last night was perfect. the boys came over and we fed them dinner and crowded the kitchen to maximum capacity. we went to the bar where they played a perfect show to so many people in one place i haven't seen in a long time. i conspired with charity and hugged sam fourteen times and tried to get caught up with joe and alene. i assured noella she doesn't have a fashion mullet and shared cigarettes with scott and made joanna my new favorite lady. oh. guestbook || notes || archives || profile || photos || d-land |