complete and utter silence.. then very matter-of-factly...
"justin timberlake shaved his head."

in a very dreamy voice..
"oh billy corgan... what are you doing on that cloud.."

lying on my couch, trying to be all seductive, she thrusts her right arm into the air and yells..
"do it!! spraypaint me!! shellac me!!"

anyway... we are going to see jets to brazil tonight.. yay.. it will be a good time.. and then (hopefully) we are going to a psychic tomorrow. if we can figure out how to get there seeing as neither of us remember.. anyway.. it should be a good time.. yeah..

ok im done.

love michelle

in honor of jtb..

.. storybook ending, am just a ledger.. hardly worth a mention or the paper it's written on and cried upon and kissed once by wax.. but still you treat me like you do.. with everything I've done for you.. striking like a bird of prey along your notepad now.. the only year that turns your way.. my dear diary.. it's just you and me tonight.. you don't love me.. aren't thinking of me.. why am I waiting for you to see I'm alive..

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