Sunday, February 16, 2003
Many thanks and hearts to Alistair for sending me a packet full of presents (I especially love the stamp and the napkins). This week was a fun fiasco and not really a fiasco at all because the only thing I failed to do was follow through with all my plans. My plans weren't that great anyway and I ended up doing most of what I wanted to do so that was fun. Send me late valentines. I miss getting them. I want to send like a three hundred pound box of chocolates and 10 feet tall valentine to Stephen Malkmus because he's such a fox but I won't because I don't have the money. The record deck I was also planning to lug home with me has fallen through the cracks of the earth due to faulty planning and I need to buy one now, but I blew my last paycheck on buying a hip leather jacket for my mother. So next month, I guess. Also, the stereo that I thought broke down because of the superloud rendition of Love In An Elevator is not broken as my mother was happily playing her classical music on it this morning. And now I'm gone.posted by styrene at 6:54 PM-comment?
