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do you know any dead people?

dead people that i could write about?

dead celebrities, please. i've exhausted my options. and this one won't stop harrassing me for my assignment...she promised no deadlines! agggh!

i still have to write something for marn's birthday collaboration. it makes sense that we are destined to be hot sticky lovers; we are both taurus-gemini cusp folk.

(what more could i write? i've already written marn-inspired porn, haven't i? maybe i will extend the series...)

i mowed the lawn for about 3,000 years yesterday, and only ran over one pile of dog crap. yay me! my hands are strangely enough not calloused, but softer and tender. like some sort of GIRLY reaction to manual labour (oh, i know, i just set back the feminist movement about 20 years, so sue me, beeeyotches!). i will be enjoying more greenery today as my mom and i daytrip to Algonquin Park. Watch some movie about lumberjacks. Walk around a bog. Get eaten by mosquitos.

from my brother:
Yeah I saw those hippies, and the lamb lady was like "this is a lamb, and that is a dog" I looked at her and went GAUGH, you could probably score some nif off the hippies...

we are all very literary in this family.

*mad props to my homey toothy sick girl for coming back to d-land and gracing us with her presence. AND for wanting to seduce martin short.*