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hail it, freakout.

[23 november 1998]

well, hello, she said from her modem-driven computer. ah, yes. lovely to see you, isn't it? quite. i had a bit of an issue getting to sleep last night so i wrote some real, bonafide letters, read some wolfe & woke up way to late. i did some driving, secured my lame-ass job for the break & now you find me here. wondermous. don't get over excited. it's really good to see my family. my dad & i went to the dump today -- talk about bonding. funny. i tried to surprise scootie last night by knocking on his window but i think all i managed to do was annoy his family. but i got some free brownie out of it & a scoot welcome. so yay. i was going to go to school today, but uh.. something called sleep got in the way. whoops. i was thinking about how jessa is buying christmas presents for her entire support system already. man.. i think i'm getting into the spirit. wooha. except now that i'm away from my family, i don't really know what they're into or what they need. nerr. whoops. i brought all my cds home. i swear to god i'm so obsessed with music. if you're going to be obsessed with something, music works for me. the space bar on the keyboard squeaks. the redskins lost yesterday.. grandma called, scully & mulder kissed (which i didn't see but have plans to watch on video later this afternoon due to my mother wanting to watch that remake of hitchock's rear window with christopher reeve. it would have been okay had daryll hannah fallen out a window.) & life as we know it still moves on. all i have to say is fuck yeah for the city, man. fuck yeah.

rough it up.
shout it out.