Snarkastic

Two Days, Eight Minutes

As ever, Jesse has gone and said it best, A Lot. And of course, he's right:

22-12-04 There are things that should never change:

H,
By the way, WAR OF THE FUCKIN' WORLDS! Oh God, have you OH God seen that Oh God TraOHGODiler? Have you? Sweet sassy molassy! People LOOKING! I'm so Psyched! Oh, and I'm seeing Dieselboy in a few hours. Love you, dearest.
Love,
J

J,
OMGOMGOMG!!!!!!!!!! I JUST SAW THE TRAILER IN FRONT OF LEMONY SNICKET NOT THREE HOURS AGO AND SPENT AT LEAST HALF OF IT WISHING YOU WERE THERE TO SEE IT WITH ME!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! SCENES OF PEOPLE LOOKING!!!!!!!!!!
Mad love,
H

I truly believe it's the inablilty to communicate more in this kind of shorthand that's put me so out of my head lately, and that it's the absence of this kind of communion that's been killing me slowly, but I'm Ridgeside again and basking in the presence of True Minds, and the healing process is swift and close to painless. Know what the best part is? No fraught goodbyes, not now. It's early yet, so everything's "See you in the morning" and "What time are you coming over?". Very nearly everyone's back and sparkling their old sparkles, and those who can't be with us are never far from our black little hearts.

See y'all tonight. And tomorrow.

May you shred in Heaven, sweet cowboy from Hell

Posted by Nastinchka at December 22, 2004 05:33 PM