dear dana,
the last time i spoke to you was right before my internet went out in the horrible rainstorm of '09! it flooded the entire city. you wouldn't know because you were in webster, which is 30 million miles away. we were underwater for weeks, with no contact to the outside world. everybody grew fins and gills and became merpeople! the ghetto people couldn't use their guns underwater and they weren't ghetto or mad anymore. they were graceful and mythical. so i could go wherever i wanted without getting killed! isn't that great?! me and dillon eloped in vegas(which was also encased in water. go figure.) then all the water dried up and some people were flopping around on the ground like a fish out of water(ha!) but not me. i adapted right back to my leggos and put on some pants. why were you in webster, wasting your time and not having fun with the rest of us?
i think i'm insane for writing the stupid book-length letter to dillon. do you think i'm insane? it's a pointless project solely for the purpose of keeping myself busy for 4 months(april to august.) i might not even finish it.
today i got two packages in the mail. missing angel juan by francesca lia block and here's to you, rachel robinson by judy blume. i've never heard of the second one and i probably won't like it. the girl on the cover is ugly and you know how i hate ugly people.
i'm dissappointed that my disposable camera for the girl project hasn't gotten here yet. they said wait two weeks, and it's been two weeks and still no camera! *sad face*
no bible either. hmm, go figure.
that's all there is to update. i'm sorry there isn't anything more interesting.
Saturday, April 25, 2009
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