last nite ryan was all, “hey man is that raccoon?” pointing to my furry hood and i was like, “dude, is that funny?”
October 9, 2005
tomorrow it is jamie‘s birthday.
raymi says:
i like that you are best friends with bono now cos this means that i can be his friend too
Jamie says:
yes
Jamie says:
i told bono about you
Jamie says:
he wants to meet you
raymi says:
good
raymi says:
can you give him my phone number
Jamie says:
he said he might write a song for you to post on your blog
raymi says:
tell him to make it a la joshua tree and not like his mid life crisis techno pop album
Jamie says:
okay
i’m watching life aquatic for the hundredth time and now i want to sew the letter Z into everything i own with big fat yarn thread.
just thought you’d like to know that.
oh and i’ve had this sort of pink crush on this mean lesbo girl since i was 17 that i have seen around town here and there and yesterday she actually spoke to me and i choked on my beer and spat it all over my table.
what to do in a terrorist attack. v. funny.
some fucking asshole tied up their dog outside of the coffeeshop in the rain and he is soaked and whimpering and kind of old-looking and i burst into tears seeing him and ran all the way back here. i think i might go back and say something and have a total jerry maguire flip out in the coffee shop and then people will be all, “usually she is quiet and keeps to herself but today, all of a sudden….”
i’m so fucking mad right now.
