Tampa. 3:00 AM. Fucking driving around searching for a Steak n Shake like 90 min ago? Don't ask.
Listen, loving the 'fuck' love and everything, but it's wrong to use foul language. Clearly I'm manic depressive and mentally unstable and no one should listen to anything I say. You're giving me a Chirst complex and it's not even Flag Day. I don't have anything to wear!
I believe the children are our future. And not because Whitney Houston said so, but because people will have children in the future, so therefore, technically, the fucking children actually are our future, or will be in our future. And I believe this. Like Whitney. I wonder if Whitney from The Hills believes this as well. I love her dearly.
Hannah, I believe (correction) I know the children are your present. Knowing you has altered my belief in the accuracy of this song. Just remember to show them all the beauty...etc...etc...
I'm going back to reading The Almost Moon, which is so creepy and twisted and incredible.
More tomorrow. I'll be drunk by noon, stranded in the battlefield where the turkeys say I love you, except it comes out sounding like "FUCK!"
The Almost Holiday
Thursday, November 22, 2007
A Pointless Gift From T. at 2:39 AM
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happy thanksgiving, gang!
dear happy person with nice qualities,
stake 'n shake? you're killing me. there is no birthday part 2. i've said everything negative. now there's only happy things, like thanking ash for that smashing cake and kimi for the feathers.
Tom, I´m not sure you're making sense anymore. But have some leftover turkey for me and say fuck bush ten times fast.
But not if you´re still in Florida.
I said fuck bush, but the pink elephant didn't arrive. This is sad.
You're a bad, bad, bad, bad person for making people use foul language, T. You've singlehandedly damaged us in a significant way. We will never recover, no matter how much you and Whitney believe the children are our future. We've been corrupted. We've besmirched our reputations and will never regain our honor. Oh, the indignity! Must go wash mouths with soap.
P.S. Did I get the right bit of edge and foul language in that last post on NBH's? It's all for you, T, but not to contribute to your "Chirst complex" in anyway.
Love you! Mean it!
I think your edge scared me. You have turned into THE TRAN.
that was my favorite song in fifth grade. i sang it in a talent show. i loved the picture of whitney, bald & dressed in a glowing orange toga (or so memory has it) on the cassette front.
of course, i was also toto in fifth grade, so truly it was a year of many talents. i had knee pads and everything. i learned to scratch behind my ears.
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