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16 August 2006 : life on bolton avenue, part 1
roommate hysterics reached briefly tonight a fever pitch the likes of which have not been seen for quite some time. that sort of hilarity has for one reason or another not been with us recently; perhaps the heat of the summer has slowed us down, or perhaps we've all been too busy to just be ridiculous together. maybe we're slowly mourning the loss of our fourth. whatever the cause, it was nice to feel like that again even for a few minutes.
after finishing our cigarettes, we sighed and swang and sat and talked about how the weather was such that we were actually cold. a few moments silence, and i stared out at the starry patch of sky i could see amid all the tree branches.
"dear the weather," i say, "please don't ever change. love, lindsay."
after a brief pause luke looks at me strangely and says, "did you just sign the weather's yearbook?"
posted by lindsay at 00:23 ::
roommate hysterics reached briefly tonight a fever pitch the likes of which have not been seen for quite some time. that sort of hilarity has for one reason or another not been with us recently; perhaps the heat of the summer has slowed us down, or perhaps we've all been too busy to just be ridiculous together. maybe we're slowly mourning the loss of our fourth. whatever the cause, it was nice to feel like that again even for a few minutes.
after finishing our cigarettes, we sighed and swang and sat and talked about how the weather was such that we were actually cold. a few moments silence, and i stared out at the starry patch of sky i could see amid all the tree branches.
"dear the weather," i say, "please don't ever change. love, lindsay."
after a brief pause luke looks at me strangely and says, "did you just sign the weather's yearbook?"
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posted by lindsay at 00:23 ::
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And then, sadly, I kept snorting while I laughed. In that moment it felt okay, even if I sounded ridiculey-piss.
