Do I have anything to say? Has anything happened? The time changed. I'm very tired. Combo of my period and the aforementioned time change. And the fact that I have so much organizing and stuff to do in my apartment that I never seem to be able to rest. Oh and I also have about a hundred boyfriends now. In fact I'm IMing one AS WE SPEAK. You and me. This. What we're doing here. What I'm doing right now. OK fine it's JUST ME JUST LIKE EVERYTHING IN MY LIFE FINE! YOU'RE NEVER HERE!
There are three cats in the room. I hear another one making his noises. Bliss has been elusive. Four cats piled up on me Sunday morning, but she was elsewhere. Not on the Pile of Cozy Treats of Warmness. Crazy desert cat.
OK I just mentioned King Features to Michael. QUESTION: WILL I HAVE TO EXPLAIN IT? Of course I can just go to the Web site and send that along. I have to pee. I want to go to bed.
His response: "As in Popeye? Doing what?" Holy smokes, he knows Popeye belongs to King?!
When you don't have an icon of your own up there yet, Yahoo! Messenger has this silhouette placeholder there that looks like Peter Brady. I find this both comforting and disturbing.
Well, enough for you and me right now. Write when you can. Call when you get work. Say hi to the folks. Matt! Rollins?
Love,
Cree
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I haven't met any of these guys yet, so don't get yer panties in a bunch there.
Nothing will reel them in like startin' with the Popeye talk!
;)
A lot of my Yahoo friends look like Peter Brady, too.
PINGUNM!!!!
Hey! Who the hell is Paul?!
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