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silverfae9Ok, so here's the story behind the Neiman Marcus thing. Apparently, this was my father's job. It was supposed to be for Nordstroms and this is further proof that my father doesn't listen to anyone not basking entirely in his sphere. Also, that he's a tard. (He's so tarded, he's retarded!) They sent me a gift card for Barnes and Noble too, and this makes me all tingly. I have a date with Mssrs. Kundera and Marquez starting Monday.
They also sent pictures of the new puppy, and it's so cute! I want a puppy. Or four.
I've realized that every time I walk up to my apartment, I expect there to be someone or something waiting for me at the door. I'm not sure what or, well, who, but I'm expecting it nonetheless. I think this is some sort of strange reaction to not having roomates.
Pete is driving me nuts. He's gone all jealous-like. Everyone do a big happy dance that he lives in LA instead of Seattle.
Tomorrow is zoo day. Yay for the zoo!
“Hey, do you think we can just keep on driving? Just drive and drive until we fall off the edge of the world? Look at that line up there, the horizon. I want to know what’s behind it. I want to get to the other size, to pull back the curtain and see the wizard. I bet if we tried real hard we could drive at just the right speed and shoot off into the edge of nothingness.”
“Uh, no. I think we could drive and drive until we hit Mexico where we could drink enough bad tequila to feel like we’d fallen off the edge of the world.” He doesn’t take his eyes off the road for a second, just answers me distractedly, eyes scanning the road ahead for jackrabbits and drifters, hands mechanically smoothing the wheel. “World’s round, kiddo. Eventually we’d just end up right back where we started.”
They also sent pictures of the new puppy, and it's so cute! I want a puppy. Or four.
I've realized that every time I walk up to my apartment, I expect there to be someone or something waiting for me at the door. I'm not sure what or, well, who, but I'm expecting it nonetheless. I think this is some sort of strange reaction to not having roomates.
Pete is driving me nuts. He's gone all jealous-like. Everyone do a big happy dance that he lives in LA instead of Seattle.
Tomorrow is zoo day. Yay for the zoo!
“Hey, do you think we can just keep on driving? Just drive and drive until we fall off the edge of the world? Look at that line up there, the horizon. I want to know what’s behind it. I want to get to the other size, to pull back the curtain and see the wizard. I bet if we tried real hard we could drive at just the right speed and shoot off into the edge of nothingness.”
“Uh, no. I think we could drive and drive until we hit Mexico where we could drink enough bad tequila to feel like we’d fallen off the edge of the world.” He doesn’t take his eyes off the road for a second, just answers me distractedly, eyes scanning the road ahead for jackrabbits and drifters, hands mechanically smoothing the wheel. “World’s round, kiddo. Eventually we’d just end up right back where we started.”
