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Dec. 8th, 2002 12:07 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
velvetechosWell tonight was a paticularly not so wonderful night.
Although, I did get to talk to Lenore for awhile on the phone, so that made the whole thing worth it.
I went out for one of those little drives you go on, you know, the ones where you've spent the whole day moping around with some kind of invisable dark dark grey cloud over your head, where you just can't seem to drag yourself to your feet and you mope and mope, and finally decide to get up and go grocery shopping, only you can't decide what store to go to, because you're so mopey (and you can't really put your finger on why you're so damn mopey), so you drive around, you consume a mcdonalds (ew) cheeseburger, and you decide you just want to get wasted. You start thinking of different places to buy liquor, you drive aimlessly around town. You spy a set of bleachers and you remember how you ran away from home when you were 14 and spent a week drunk under the bleachers of your old high school for two weeks. You drive some more and dammit you're 21 now, not 14 and you can legally get drunk in a bar. There's no bar. You're in goddamned freaking Caldwell middle of nowhere Idaho, and the only bar you see is a creepy crawly dirty Vern's Tavern and there is no way you're going there alone, and you're too depressed to drive 20 minutes to Boise. So you go home and you never did go grocery shopping, and you listen to the non exsistent messages on your answering machine realizing nobody cares enough to call you, but wait you can call Lenore. YaY! Happiness!
Although, I did get to talk to Lenore for awhile on the phone, so that made the whole thing worth it.
I went out for one of those little drives you go on, you know, the ones where you've spent the whole day moping around with some kind of invisable dark dark grey cloud over your head, where you just can't seem to drag yourself to your feet and you mope and mope, and finally decide to get up and go grocery shopping, only you can't decide what store to go to, because you're so mopey (and you can't really put your finger on why you're so damn mopey), so you drive around, you consume a mcdonalds (ew) cheeseburger, and you decide you just want to get wasted. You start thinking of different places to buy liquor, you drive aimlessly around town. You spy a set of bleachers and you remember how you ran away from home when you were 14 and spent a week drunk under the bleachers of your old high school for two weeks. You drive some more and dammit you're 21 now, not 14 and you can legally get drunk in a bar. There's no bar. You're in goddamned freaking Caldwell middle of nowhere Idaho, and the only bar you see is a creepy crawly dirty Vern's Tavern and there is no way you're going there alone, and you're too depressed to drive 20 minutes to Boise. So you go home and you never did go grocery shopping, and you listen to the non exsistent messages on your answering machine realizing nobody cares enough to call you, but wait you can call Lenore. YaY! Happiness!
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Date: 2002-12-07 11:42 pm (UTC)hmm...
Date: 2002-12-08 08:16 am (UTC)hey lenore, what age did you become *lenore*?
maybe we can find out some way to speed up her aging until that point, and then just set it back to normal. cuz kiki, i'm an old fart (22)!! if i wait 19 years, geez, i'll be too old to keep up with her!!
hugs hugs
Re: hmm...
Maybe we could find a way to just clone her, so she pops out at this age!!