you being who you are, or at least who I knew, I can't imagine you'd ever get the chuckle I get from this, but I want you to know I decided after I got back from Iceland and the UK, just after September 11th, that our relationship was over because you didn't "get" DEVO. I was happy that we'd shared the music we'd shared and you turned me onto so many things, like Russian activist screaming prole guitar dude, Buena Vista, you made me "get" Dylan, we shared a lot, and your acceptance and eventual love for Eno was hott. But when it came down to DEVO and the realization that I knew couples that, together, LOVED DEVO, that we just weren't going to get over our hump. DEVO broke us up. I realize that being the dork I am, being the idiot that has carted this dead weight of a vinyl collection from place to place for the past 10 years...that really the woman that will make my heart melt will have had the same lack of common sense to cart records around -- maybe our records will call each other, will embrace each other and want to merge. This is such a dorky entry.
But I'm thinking about it. Sure we can still make out. Whoever you are. Whatever. I'm listening to LOOP and if that makes you hott whether you know them or not, you are more than welcome to mess up my life.
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I hate being other peoples' boss. Sucks. It's not the responsibility that I can't deal with, that's fine. But to stand there and have to explain to someone how they did something wrong and listen to the defensive apology. Like I'd just assume not say anything because no matter what you do it sounds like you're coming down on them. I suppose it's more true if you're, even @ 30, the squirt compared to the 39 year old that's making $50/day less and I can boss around after he tells me how he's trying to "make it in the music biz" (why does this keep coming up all of a sudden) and the guitar player from Dis Plan (who I'm also overseeing) and I are talking Iceland and Spain and Australia...big supernatural force in the universe type thing, please don't let me be like that when I'm 39. Please. I'll be a good boy.
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I'm thinking of two pics of yous that were shots of your bellies. I know I've already told YOU. but the other you, do you mind if I tell you it's hott? Well too bad.
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I think I'm sapped for anything to say. The walks to work have been great. the time spent slowly waddling the Ellington bridge, the wet Rock Creek Park below, steamy. Like you, today I wanted to photograph EVERYTHING! It all looked so cool in the rain. And now, in the dark, the glassy city streets are alive with people dodging drops, going to eat, made odd by the post-work shot of jaeger at the darkened version of Tryst...weird because i'm so rarely there after sundown. Mellow. Smiles and no hurried and harried office lords and ladies. Clearly, night time is the right time.
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he said:
"that woman working in my room, the whole time I was thinking how I wanted to FUCK THE TAR OUT OF HER!!!"
sound like something someone's rotten-mouthed old man would say. Fuck the tar outta....heheheh!!! Arrrr
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he said:
[skynard playing]
=hey man, turn it up!!!
+are you serious?
=yeah, because sometimes life is supposed to be a beer commercial
---austin to dallas 11.15.03
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ahh that's better, now I'm going to c.h.i.l.l....could you see the progression to this point?
But I'm thinking about it. Sure we can still make out. Whoever you are. Whatever. I'm listening to LOOP and if that makes you hott whether you know them or not, you are more than welcome to mess up my life.
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I hate being other peoples' boss. Sucks. It's not the responsibility that I can't deal with, that's fine. But to stand there and have to explain to someone how they did something wrong and listen to the defensive apology. Like I'd just assume not say anything because no matter what you do it sounds like you're coming down on them. I suppose it's more true if you're, even @ 30, the squirt compared to the 39 year old that's making $50/day less and I can boss around after he tells me how he's trying to "make it in the music biz" (why does this keep coming up all of a sudden) and the guitar player from Dis Plan (who I'm also overseeing) and I are talking Iceland and Spain and Australia...big supernatural force in the universe type thing, please don't let me be like that when I'm 39. Please. I'll be a good boy.
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I'm thinking of two pics of yous that were shots of your bellies. I know I've already told YOU. but the other you, do you mind if I tell you it's hott? Well too bad.
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I think I'm sapped for anything to say. The walks to work have been great. the time spent slowly waddling the Ellington bridge, the wet Rock Creek Park below, steamy. Like you, today I wanted to photograph EVERYTHING! It all looked so cool in the rain. And now, in the dark, the glassy city streets are alive with people dodging drops, going to eat, made odd by the post-work shot of jaeger at the darkened version of Tryst...weird because i'm so rarely there after sundown. Mellow. Smiles and no hurried and harried office lords and ladies. Clearly, night time is the right time.
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he said:
"that woman working in my room, the whole time I was thinking how I wanted to FUCK THE TAR OUT OF HER!!!"
sound like something someone's rotten-mouthed old man would say. Fuck the tar outta....heheheh!!! Arrrr
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he said:
[skynard playing]
=hey man, turn it up!!!
+are you serious?
=yeah, because sometimes life is supposed to be a beer commercial
---austin to dallas 11.15.03
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ahh that's better, now I'm going to c.h.i.l.l....could you see the progression to this point?
saturn1:
paris , on our birthday? ok 