9:26 AM – on why I may be the best friend you(‘ll ever) have
good morning. i woke this morning with the sun. well, not
really, but when
i awoke, the sun was busy cooking me breakfast. how nice?
i had a dream and in it you were getting mad at me for not introducing you
to someone else from a dream that i'd had earlier in the night. very
bizarre. i'm still not sure who you were referring to, though i think that
it may have been the janitor, pete (or "repeat" as some like to call him).
in my dream with him, he sang "left and leaving" just like john k. samson,
though he played the guitar too fast. it was lovely. well, sorry for not
introducing you to him, but really, i don't even know him myself. you
musn't be so demanding in my dreams.
to explain my subject: i arrived at the university this morning at 8:10 and
parked my car right beside a red celica. i went upstairs and saw that your
office door was open and deduced that you were inside (brilliant, no?). i
thought, "gee, i'd like to say 'good morning' to Abbey, but i fear that it may
'throw her off' by making her cheeks rosy for her 8:30 class." so instead,
i walked the long way around. had a nice chat with trent ashen and he gave me
a textbook (karma, perhaps?). then i chatted with vonne for a moment or
two. i hoped to see you after your class (i did [both hope and see you]),
but i saw that you were busy and didn't want to disrupt you. now, that's
twice within about an hour and a half that i have ignored my own personal
desires just to save you from any discomfort. who else would do that? i'd
like to know.
for the first week of school (or so), i've decided to dress, act, and
project (a combination of both) myself as a fool. two reasons for this: 1)
people who do not know me (profs, co-workers, and students) will prejudge me
and think me a fool (to qualify, i mean more fooloish than i really am).
this way they will have low expectations of me and i can't disappoint them.
2) because i reject the notion that school should be a popularity contest
and/or fashion show. that's stupid. and it's especially obvious for the
first little while (until people realize that their looks/style aren't going
to get them very far or they just stop caring. i'm not sure what comes
first). i consider myself the protaganist of all 17-20 girls who wear too
much make-up and try way too hard to impress. same thing goes for the
chauches (who are a little more subtle in their approach, but still rather
silly). and sadly, no one will even notice my bold efforts.
i would like to go with you for breakfast, but i know that won't happen.
sigh.
business does not and cannot equal pleasure. rats.
peace to you,
jerid
~if you desire peace of soul and happiness, then believe; if you would be a
disciple of truth, then inquire.~
i awoke, the sun was busy cooking me breakfast. how nice?
i had a dream and in it you were getting mad at me for not introducing you
to someone else from a dream that i'd had earlier in the night. very
bizarre. i'm still not sure who you were referring to, though i think that
it may have been the janitor, pete (or "repeat" as some like to call him).
in my dream with him, he sang "left and leaving" just like john k. samson,
though he played the guitar too fast. it was lovely. well, sorry for not
introducing you to him, but really, i don't even know him myself. you
musn't be so demanding in my dreams.
to explain my subject: i arrived at the university this morning at 8:10 and
parked my car right beside a red celica. i went upstairs and saw that your
office door was open and deduced that you were inside (brilliant, no?). i
thought, "gee, i'd like to say 'good morning' to Abbey, but i fear that it may
'throw her off' by making her cheeks rosy for her 8:30 class." so instead,
i walked the long way around. had a nice chat with trent ashen and he gave me
a textbook (karma, perhaps?). then i chatted with vonne for a moment or
two. i hoped to see you after your class (i did [both hope and see you]),
but i saw that you were busy and didn't want to disrupt you. now, that's
twice within about an hour and a half that i have ignored my own personal
desires just to save you from any discomfort. who else would do that? i'd
like to know.
for the first week of school (or so), i've decided to dress, act, and
project (a combination of both) myself as a fool. two reasons for this: 1)
people who do not know me (profs, co-workers, and students) will prejudge me
and think me a fool (to qualify, i mean more fooloish than i really am).
this way they will have low expectations of me and i can't disappoint them.
2) because i reject the notion that school should be a popularity contest
and/or fashion show. that's stupid. and it's especially obvious for the
first little while (until people realize that their looks/style aren't going
to get them very far or they just stop caring. i'm not sure what comes
first). i consider myself the protaganist of all 17-20 girls who wear too
much make-up and try way too hard to impress. same thing goes for the
chauches (who are a little more subtle in their approach, but still rather
silly). and sadly, no one will even notice my bold efforts.
i would like to go with you for breakfast, but i know that won't happen.
sigh.
business does not and cannot equal pleasure. rats.
peace to you,
jerid
~if you desire peace of soul and happiness, then believe; if you would be a
disciple of truth, then inquire.~
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9:53 AM
did i mention that my head is on fire?
~if you desire peace of soul and happiness, then believe; if you would be a
disciple of truth, then inquire.~
~if you desire peace of soul and happiness, then believe; if you would be a
disciple of truth, then inquire.~
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11:57 PM – el mysterio
hi.
i envisioned something beautiful to be sitting virgin-like in my inbox from
you. an undiscovered treasure that would make me laugh and make me cry. i
have been disappointed. you did not write. boo.
i saw your car several times tonight. once at crescent drive park. once on
osbourne. were you with it? or did you even know that your car sneaks off
late at night when you're not paying attention, slutting it up with all the
other cars? probably with anthony's car, no doubt. sigh.
class went alright, though the pregnant girl is in my class. i'm not
impressed. and the guy beside me stunk. funny how b.o. generally smells
the same on all different kindsa folk. even the ones from town.
i spoke with sherry jacowzki tonight. she proclaimed that she is, indeed, in
Abbey's class. tuesday night. i decided that i made a mountain out
of a molehill with you, re: sherry. she's a nice girl. and she talked about
her goddam shoes for most of the night, so if diplomacy fails, you at least
have something in common (biting?).
this was meant to be a clean, happy, clever email, but i have failed
somewhere (probably with the period after "hi"). i'm sorry. i really like
you and your hair. it doesn't even really matter if its a good hair day or
a bad hair day. really. likewise, it doesn't matter if its a good Abbey day
(most are. honestly) or a bad Abbey day. as long as its an Abbey day[?]
(please note the use of square brackets around the question mark. i don't
want anything to go haywire). anyways, i hope this email finds you in good
spirits and leaves you in good spirits as well.
i would like to spend some part of tomorrow (today) afternoon making love to
you on my bedroom floor. what do you say?
ciao,
the renegade car that shagged your car tonight
~if you desire peace of soul and happiness, then believe; if you would be a
disciple of truth, then inquire.~
i envisioned something beautiful to be sitting virgin-like in my inbox from
you. an undiscovered treasure that would make me laugh and make me cry. i
have been disappointed. you did not write. boo.
i saw your car several times tonight. once at crescent drive park. once on
osbourne. were you with it? or did you even know that your car sneaks off
late at night when you're not paying attention, slutting it up with all the
other cars? probably with anthony's car, no doubt. sigh.
class went alright, though the pregnant girl is in my class. i'm not
impressed. and the guy beside me stunk. funny how b.o. generally smells
the same on all different kindsa folk. even the ones from town.
i spoke with sherry jacowzki tonight. she proclaimed that she is, indeed, in
Abbey's class. tuesday night. i decided that i made a mountain out
of a molehill with you, re: sherry. she's a nice girl. and she talked about
her goddam shoes for most of the night, so if diplomacy fails, you at least
have something in common (biting?).
this was meant to be a clean, happy, clever email, but i have failed
somewhere (probably with the period after "hi"). i'm sorry. i really like
you and your hair. it doesn't even really matter if its a good hair day or
a bad hair day. really. likewise, it doesn't matter if its a good Abbey day
(most are. honestly) or a bad Abbey day. as long as its an Abbey day[?]
(please note the use of square brackets around the question mark. i don't
want anything to go haywire). anyways, i hope this email finds you in good
spirits and leaves you in good spirits as well.
i would like to spend some part of tomorrow (today) afternoon making love to
you on my bedroom floor. what do you say?
ciao,
the renegade car that shagged your car tonight
~if you desire peace of soul and happiness, then believe; if you would be a
disciple of truth, then inquire.~
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