2004-04-06 - 2:23 p.m.
dear diary,
"hi."
"oh my god, what time is it?"
"it's 1-ish."
"fuck!"
"want me to mail your mom's folder for you?"
"i love you."
"i know."
"make babies with me?"
"for dinner?"
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"he's speaking tonight and it should be good. he's like, one of my favorite authors."
"what's his name?"
"i don't remember."
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"they gave the decemberists a really bad review. i remember reading it."
"the dudes were wearing civil war uniforms and one guy was strumming a ukalele like he meant it."
"oh."
"yeah, i mean, wouldn't you just guess they sucked by looking at their picture? they kept getting compared to another band, but i can't remember which one."
"was it guns n roses?"
"yeah. it was guns n roses."
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"you were talking a lot in your sleep last night."
"i was?"
"yeah... wait, maybe i just dreamed that."