Wow. For some reason it took me over 15 minutes this time to figure out how to post a comment. I timed it.
It was like pushing that darn door bell over and over knowing that it’s the only way they’ll hear you but the damn thing has a short in it… And it’s cold and you DON’T have keys cause you DON’T “really” live there… Or something… Hm. Is Mercury in retrograde or what? And while we’re at it…
What in the hell happened to you? Where did you go dude? It’s been like four days since you last posted something that was… oh my god…
Oh…
No… Wait… What?
Holy Shhhit. I see it all so clearly. You killed yourself and it’s all my fault.
Oh god. You haven’t fallen have you Mr. Tracy?
Have you?
WE WANT RYAN NOW!
Everybody who reads this should send flowers to help CC get over whatever it is he’s going through… Money and Men are a +
I would know. We dated for like 3 months back in the day… Before the war… Before 9/11… He doesn’t break heart Ladies… He eats them for dinner. In a soup. Famous recipe…
Chances are NO ONE is reading this entry, but well… Ya never know… And besides… I like the idea of me commenting about absolutely NOTHING UNDER the death of some cool avante-garde dude who just didn’t have it in him to live another day in this hell hole. (It’s obvious I have no idea who he is and you’re probably snickering, but watch out cause all I wanna do is make love to you… It’s true.
;–
So. I’m out.
Where are you?
Give up the meat RT. The kittens are growing claws.
Plus… I want to bow NOW to the porcelain god OF… You know…
Wow. For some reason it took me over 15 minutes this time to figure out how to post a comment. I timed it.
It was like pushing that darn door bell over and over knowing that it’s the only way they’ll hear you but the damn thing has a short in it… And it’s cold and you DON’T have keys cause you DON’T “really” live there… Or something… Hm. Is Mercury in retrograde or what? And while we’re at it…
What in the hell happened to you? Where did you go dude? It’s been like four days since you last posted something that was… oh my god…
Oh…
No… Wait… What?
Holy Shhhit. I see it all so clearly. You killed yourself and it’s all my fault.
Oh god. You haven’t fallen have you Mr. Tracy?
Have you?
WE WANT RYAN NOW!
Everybody who reads this should send flowers to help CC get over whatever it is he’s going through… Money and Men are a +
I would know. We dated for like 3 months back in the day… Before the war… Before 9/11… He doesn’t break heart Ladies… He eats them for dinner. In a soup. Famous recipe…
Chances are NO ONE is reading this entry, but well… Ya never know… And besides… I like the idea of me commenting about absolutely NOTHING UNDER the death of some cool avante-garde dude who just didn’t have it in him to live another day in this hell hole. (It’s obvious I have no idea who he is and you’re probably snickering, but watch out cause all I wanna do is make love to you… It’s true.
;–
So. I’m out.
Where are you?
Give up the meat RT. The kittens are growing claws.
Plus… I want to bow NOW to the porcelain god OF… You know…
WS + R MUTT = Grrr… (like a bear)
Love,
Hart
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