[2001-05-16 - 1:43 p.m.] - this was god. scary, huh?

hah! Fiendish run-by. I just miss you, I guess.

Have pieces of little journal entries in my notebook, from work, will post them when I have more than . . ten minutes before I have to leave. and already have a shirt on. Then, I will post.

But, whatever. Not interesting.

My car broke down last night, so I spent a long time just hanging out on the side of the road, lookin' around. Thinking. like I do. Have begun writing absolutely.

I haa-aad the time of my li-ii-iife.

Am making splendid progress on the NSYNC-as-mutants story. I go to Helen's journal, and it's so tremendously cool that I think, well, pfft. But then I stop myself and say, but!! You have an NSYNC-as-mutants story. It's all good.

oh, and. I'm going to California next week. Big news. damn!! I need more time.

I need more sleep. I need more sleep, and time. Also, pants. Erin needs pants!

I'm gonna go put clothes on. If I get my car fixed, I'll see you soon. If not. I still have Chris Kirkpatrick blue.

damn. Surreal. I need to stop doing this.

Ummmm.

Dishwalla.

Will explain.

--Alestar
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I wanted to tell the girl that this was God and this made me happy, but the Hell with it.


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