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Last night on the drive home from
the train station, my dad and I swore
that the possom that had been
wandering the road in front of us
had been wearing sneakers.

Tonight, coming home from the Still,
I could have swore that the fox I saw
stalking away from the corner of the
fence had been talking with the cow
that had been standing there.

The animals are in conspiracy.
Though why sneakers have to do
anything with it is beyond me.

Conspiracy.


In other news:
I spent last night until 4 AM
in my bathroom throwing up.
Pleasant.
Truly.

I love Jesse.
Period.
End o' story.
The kid is absolutely fantastic.


I'd gone over to his house one day
last week and we were doing the
Jesse is not quite awake so we
cuddle thing, and his friend Jeremy
whom he works with called to say
that Jesse was supposed to have
been in to work at 12:30.
Jesse proceeded to become extremely
pissed off and grumbled quite a bit
and chucked his phone pretty hard.
I understood completely.
Was kind of scary though.
And a little later after he'd dropped
Josh home in Timonium and gone
to work he called to apologize for
beeing an asshole.

I didn't think he was being an asshole.
But the fact that he worried about it,
and apologized anyway...
That's mad cool.

And at random:
We're too skinny.
We can't cuddle without poking
each other with our pointy bony bits.
It's kinda funny.