can we please start a "r's bike got stolen (again)" fund? it takes me 45 minutes to walk to class, and i can't afford a new bike. fuck fuck fuck fuck.
oy. you fuckin' die. you fuckin' die, i said.
4.03.2006
YOU FUCKIN' DIE, I SAID
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Our lives have clearly taken a turn down More Serious Lane, Ry, for while I was too tired and overworked to join you on BAM 3/31/06 SIR (weekends just aren't long enough), you went and got yourself two jobs. Or maybe just one job to add to the one you already had. I missed you this last weekend, and I've been too sad to visit your blog until now... honestly. Jobs--pschhhh! The most important job I'll ever have is being a mother and I can't wait for--I mean, Ryan, what's going on? Really? I guess now we just trade our lives in pictures until we can find a mutual moment to reunite?!?! (mood switch) That's not all that bad, I guess. Seeing you once-in-a-blue-moon is better than not at all. I will now be happy for Ryan in words and pictures... and his package! Have ya seen the package?!?!
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