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Yeah. This is totally a GIP. No hiding it.

Evil!Britney

Anna told me I needed one, and boy. She was right.

[smiles innocently]


Also added this fun one: and in honour of Lance month:

Go me!

That's 2 Britney, 1 Joey, 1 Jon Stewart, 1 TrickC, 1 Tom Waits, 1 JC, and 3 Lance. See. I'm representing for Lance month.

Um. Yeah. Old skool!

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Yeah. This is totally a GIP. No hiding it.

Evil!Britney

Anna told me I needed one, and boy. She was right.

[smiles innocently]


Also added this fun one: and in honour of Lance month:

Go me!

That's 2 Britney, 1 Joey, 1 Jon Stewart, 1 TrickC, 1 Tom Waits, 1 JC, and 3 Lance. See. I'm representing for Lance month.

Um. Yeah. Old skool!

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It's way early for me to be up. Well, okay. It was way early when I first woke up at 10. I chose (yeah, chose. that sounds better than overslept) not to go to my last Speech class today. Bad Rachel! [slaps hand]

Had bizzare dreams about pregnancy last night. No more re-reading PoAF before bed. Was woken up by squirrels playing in my closet. Was much freaked. I HATE squirrels with a passion. Luckily these were still in the wall and not actually IN my closet as in the past.

Want more coffee. Need to go get laundry out of dryer. Need to go to work.

I forgot until this morning that I promised my grandmother I would come down on Sunday after work. Wah. I hate doing that but I promised and it'll make her happy. Sadly though, it's just to run a filter down to her and come back. So yeah, 45 minutes in a car for a 5 minute visit. Feh. Perhaps I'll throw another person in the car and make them come along. Waryne maybe. Who knows.

Laundry!

[eeps!]

Am still FREE!

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It's way early for me to be up. Well, okay. It was way early when I first woke up at 10. I chose (yeah, chose. that sounds better than overslept) not to go to my last Speech class today. Bad Rachel! [slaps hand]

Had bizzare dreams about pregnancy last night. No more re-reading PoAF before bed. Was woken up by squirrels playing in my closet. Was much freaked. I HATE squirrels with a passion. Luckily these were still in the wall and not actually IN my closet as in the past.

Want more coffee. Need to go get laundry out of dryer. Need to go to work.

I forgot until this morning that I promised my grandmother I would come down on Sunday after work. Wah. I hate doing that but I promised and it'll make her happy. Sadly though, it's just to run a filter down to her and come back. So yeah, 45 minutes in a car for a 5 minute visit. Feh. Perhaps I'll throw another person in the car and make them come along. Waryne maybe. Who knows.

Laundry!

[eeps!]

Am still FREE!

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For about two years, from when I was 18 to almost 20, one of my best friends lived with me and my family. Patrick was like my brother, and sometimes I think he filled that spot in my parents lives where their son would have been had he lived.

Patrick and I shared clothes that whole time because I dressed like a boy and he was gay. We ended up being about the same size when you discounted hips and breasts and the fact he had really broad shoulders. I've gotten him in my clothes before, skimpy black tight things. I even had him in a corset once.

So when he moved out, he took most of my Goth stuff since I didn't wear it, including all of my collars. Even the velvet one with the fake diamonds on it. And I kept a couple of his T-shirts and two sweaters that always smelled like him no matter how many times I washed them.

I'm wearing one of his shirts today, one of my favourite ones of his. I remember when we bought it actually. It was from the Goodwill on Broad Street in Woodbury. I think he spent a quarter on it. It's bright red and it says 'I was a Hostess at a Tupperware Party' across the chest. It amazingly fit both of us because it's a tiny ass shirt.

I like the memories that come along with it since I don't see him anymore. We've gone our separate ways and they just don't meet up much anymore. I miss him a lot and my mother constantly worries about him because that's what she does. But neither of us make an effort to get in touch. He knows where to find me. I know where to find him. I have his clothes to remember him by.

The shirt still smells like him.

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For about two years, from when I was 18 to almost 20, one of my best friends lived with me and my family. Patrick was like my brother, and sometimes I think he filled that spot in my parents lives where their son would have been had he lived.

Patrick and I shared clothes that whole time because I dressed like a boy and he was gay. We ended up being about the same size when you discounted hips and breasts and the fact he had really broad shoulders. I've gotten him in my clothes before, skimpy black tight things. I even had him in a corset once.

So when he moved out, he took most of my Goth stuff since I didn't wear it, including all of my collars. Even the velvet one with the fake diamonds on it. And I kept a couple of his T-shirts and two sweaters that always smelled like him no matter how many times I washed them.

I'm wearing one of his shirts today, one of my favourite ones of his. I remember when we bought it actually. It was from the Goodwill on Broad Street in Woodbury. I think he spent a quarter on it. It's bright red and it says 'I was a Hostess at a Tupperware Party' across the chest. It amazingly fit both of us because it's a tiny ass shirt.

I like the memories that come along with it since I don't see him anymore. We've gone our separate ways and they just don't meet up much anymore. I miss him a lot and my mother constantly worries about him because that's what she does. But neither of us make an effort to get in touch. He knows where to find me. I know where to find him. I have his clothes to remember him by.

The shirt still smells like him.

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I come home and immediately see notices about Ben Folds playing the 9:30 Club. I tell Mom who's sitting five feet from me and in complete and utter love/lust with Ben Folds. She asks if he's playing closer. He's playing the TLA on the 4th. Long story short, about 5 minutes later, we had tickets for that.

So woo!

Ben Folds at the TLA!

Woo!

Ben Folds in general.

I saw him when BFF was still together and oh my God was that an awesome show. Even though it was the closest I've ever come to getting killed in a crowd/pit situation. Seriously, saw my own life flash before my eyes when they all pushed to the front after Train left the stage. But yes.

Yay!

Ben Folds. David Bowie. Moby. Luka.

What more could a girl want?

Okay, a girl would really like someone like Erin McKeown or Ani to come around too. But I'll take this. :)

Edit: Hey, I just got a GROUP Backstage Pass from the Nsync Fruit Snacks. I didn't know that they had those. Wow. That's pretty damn cool. Hee! I'm so easily amused while drinking.

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I come home and immediately see notices about Ben Folds playing the 9:30 Club. I tell Mom who's sitting five feet from me and in complete and utter love/lust with Ben Folds. She asks if he's playing closer. He's playing the TLA on the 4th. Long story short, about 5 minutes later, we had tickets for that.

So woo!

Ben Folds at the TLA!

Woo!

Ben Folds in general.

I saw him when BFF was still together and oh my God was that an awesome show. Even though it was the closest I've ever come to getting killed in a crowd/pit situation. Seriously, saw my own life flash before my eyes when they all pushed to the front after Train left the stage. But yes.

Yay!

Ben Folds. David Bowie. Moby. Luka.

What more could a girl want?

Okay, a girl would really like someone like Erin McKeown or Ani to come around too. But I'll take this. :)

Edit: Hey, I just got a GROUP Backstage Pass from the Nsync Fruit Snacks. I didn't know that they had those. Wow. That's pretty damn cool. Hee! I'm so easily amused while drinking.

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I love Liz.


That is all.

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I love Liz.


That is all.