Friday, May 09, 2003

"Quality letter today. I'm sorry if it doesn't make sense. My head is...not making sense. But I'm really enjoying typing. It's a lot of fun. Here, let me make up sentences just so I can be typing. The dog can't fly, needs umbrella. I know and she knows....that's how it goes. A calender that has 13 months isn't totally wrong. You can tell this smurf doesn't like the other one cause he's trying to chop off his head with an axe. My little Buttercup, has the sweetest smile. Dear little Buttercup, won't you stay awhile. You and I can settle down in a cottage built for two. Dear Little Buttercup! Sweet little Buttercup. My little Buttercup. I love you. Wouldn't that be funnier if her nickname was Peanut. Then she could be Peanut Butter cup. HAHAHAHA!!! Reeses!"

From a email I sent C this morning.

Last night...Blah! We took more pictures. Shawn picked out a bunch of clothes that we barely touch and we took pictures. Some of them might look good, but I was too high to make anything look good. So we'll see how they turn out. Shawn's and P's might look awesome, but I think I'll just look washed out and high.

Ok moving on. Last night I made everyone leave Shawn's early so I could get home, shower and go to bed. But instead I collasped on my bed and barely moved until this morning. I really didn't want to get up today either. Today sucks. But it's got to get better.

There's a little bit of a party on campus tonight. So...C, P and I are planning on seeing what's going on there. I'm supposed to meet Shawn at midnight at his place of work...but we would have to come to my town anyway so he should just come pick me up. Wait...I can't really get a hold of him...oh well. I'll just meet him.


Ow. Time for me to sleep.

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