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Saturday, August 17, 2002
Ours, baby, ours.
:-) Em just isn't appreciative of the veiled references to our...whatever.
But I still love her.
posted by Elle Emaitch (A pseudonym-- first name is Linda) at 7:08 PM
About the time that, uh, everyone else stopped posting.
Reclaim, by all means.
posted by Elle Emaitch (A pseudonym-- first name is Linda) at 1:18 PM
Friday, August 16, 2002
You just can't help it anymore, can you? You'd think last night's little argument would have served as fair warning, but noooooooo.....
*turns her back to you* I'm not talking to you again. You and your fictional chick can have FUN toghether.
posted by Elle Emaitch (A pseudonym-- first name is Linda) at 12:48 PM
Thursday, August 15, 2002
ditched Tori for the Hunchback of Notre Dame soundrack, and thus I've been out for the past hour or so singing "Topsy Turvy Day" etc at the top of my lungs while on a bike...and consequently making a TOTAL ass of myself.
Felt damn good. Can't describe what that soundtrack does to me...and over the course of the day, what with my combined almost two hours of biking and working at the sweat shop, I must have leaked a pound today.
Don't laugh. The AC- as always- is broken, and I had to stand in front of the fry vat for hours on end.
posted by Elle Emaitch (A pseudonym-- first name is Linda) at 5:54 PM
Tori fucking Amos is what i need right now. Where's my copy of Little Earthquates?
posted by Elle Emaitch (A pseudonym-- first name is Linda) at 4:43 PM
Aw, having fun without me?
I'm becoming a bike-fiend.
This one feels like it might last longer than my normal trysts with exercise. Say, a whole two weeks or so.
Grabbing a new CD- enough Alanis for one day- and I'm out again.
Wow.....I never realized it, but having finished off my spring water and refilled the bottle--- spring water really does taste better than tap. And all this time I thought it was a ploy.
posted by Elle Emaitch (A pseudonym-- first name is Linda) at 4:42 PM
Wednesday, August 14, 2002
:-) Suck it, Emilia.
It's neither cute nor "awww"-worthy. I hate missing people.
However, having spent the past 18 hours with boredom, I'm more than relieved of that.
posted by Elle Emaitch (A pseudonym-- first name is Linda) at 1:46 PM
Tuesday, August 13, 2002
Boredom- you didn't work tonight, and you aren't online now.....? This is somewhat odd to me...
I miss you...
posted by Elle Emaitch (A pseudonym-- first name is Linda) at 6:29 PM
Yeah, jeez, "Here comes the sun." Original line.
Who says Germans can't be scary motherfuckers? Not me! (So very racist...but Rammstein definitely doesn't help my adherrence to stereotypes....did that make sense?)
Who the hell is Hank Corrodonce?
If you were in space, the sun probably wouldn't be the brightest at all. And it probably will fall from the sky.
But why shit on Mark's parade, eh?
"The sky was gold,
It was rose,
I was takin' tips of it through my nose
And I wish I could back there, some place, back there
In the place we used to start."
(or whatever the fuck he says)
I kinda prefer the stars that do fall.....good for wishing. You should try it some time.
Damn, I wish someplace around here sold garrelick farms....perhaps Xtra-mart.
Linda's got brown hair again. Darker than the original. Any complaints? Why don't you try filing them up your ass? (Heh...heh heh....I said "ass".)
"Close-lipped
Another goodnight kiss
Is robbed of all it's passion.
Your grip
another time, is slack
It leaves me feel empty."
Good song. Sad lady.
Out.
posted by Elle Emaitch (A pseudonym-- first name is Linda) at 2:46 PM
Uh....them spanish-speaking people aren't quite as charming as their poetry.
"Am I blue? Yes, I'm blue.
No one ever loved somebody like I do
'Cuz I'm blue, Yes I'm blue."
My dad is downstairs singing this song- BADLY. I mean BAAAAADDDDDDLLLLYYYYYY. Which makes me think that the song was originally by Dylan, and he's trying to replicate the style.
Goddamn, it's bad.
ME: (Now that it's finished...ah, damn, he's going again.) Who wrote that song?
HIM: I don't know. It's an old song.
Aight- enough bondage....I swear that was supposed to say "bloggage" - for me today. I need to bathe and figure out what my plans are- sadly, Emilia, I may have promised today to somebody else. But that was tentative, so I'll find out.
Of course, it wasn't a CERTAIN somebody else, who seems to have decided that the rest of his life will be better spent in the relative safety of avoiding having to see me forever.
"Men."
posted by Elle Emaitch (A pseudonym-- first name is Linda) at 9:02 AM
Sunday, August 11, 2002
rrrrrrrrroooooooowwwwwwwwwrrrrrrrrrr....
*Is going insane*
I have the next three days off! Hurray! Hurrah!! Hurroo!!!
And Mark, rather than bother writing you back, I'll just post on here and hope you read it- someone seems to be avoiding e-mailing me back with what day he wants to see me (I wonder why), so Monday looks like it's yours, darlin'. But, on the off chance that I stop getting ignored and we-all-know-who claims it, I'll e-mail you or call or something late tonight to confirm.
Did I mention that I GET THE NEXT THREE DAYS OFF??
I gotta see my auburn boys, man, it's been so fucking long....
And Emilia, if she weren't currently in auburn....might be difficult to maneuver this with you there, babe...
And, well, Boredom...might have some time for you, too, bird-boy.
GAAAAAAAAHhhhhhhhhhh...sooo giddy right now.
posted by Elle Emaitch (A pseudonym-- first name is Linda) at 2:33 PM
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