17 August 2003 00:03

beyond thunderhouse! that's just genius talking!

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my feet are itchy. the boys next door have named their house "thunderhouse", which makes me giddy because it gives me the excuse to call our house "hobo house: beyond thunderhouse". the boys are having a party, and we were invited, but are feeling antisocial and declined by simply not showing up. i know, i know: no one's ever going to get laid with an attitude like that. but my feet are dirty and itchy, and i'm covered in sweat and dressed like a romanian peasant girl and am not inclined to chit chat on the best of days, let alone when i have been neglecting my love salman all day in favor of a half-assed attempt at cleaning my bedroom. how'd you like that sentence? pretty good, huh? love, might