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[x_los]

Him who I Lurve wore an incredibly stupid hat today. It made him look like a sillier, more irate G.W. Bush. I couldn't stop thinking of that poem Fitzgerald quotes before getting on with the Great Gatsby, the one that ends with 'Lover, gold-hatted, high-bouncing, I must have you!' Only it was more "Not Really My Lover, ridiculous-hatted, remaining relatively stationary, I must avoid conversation with you!' The avoidance, naturally, comes from fear of just stream of consciousing myself into oblivion, letting it slip- "Did you hear about this book? I love you madly. SHIT!" Or otherwise acting obviously lovesick and stupid. Plus, don't think I could pass "I Love you madly. SHIT!" off as the title of the book...

Love, Actually is out today. Word.

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[bluearisbe.livejournal.com]

You could pass it off as the title of a book if you were to actually write said book. Then you could talk to him about it and drop the title like 50 times...

[x-los.livejournal.com]

oh my god, best idea EVER!

[(Anonymous)]

EKH, you naughty little girl! Here I am sitting over here in Japan all by my lonesome thinking, ``Erin or Kel, they`ll write me back. I know they will...(burst into tears)`` But, I gave you the benefit of the doubt, ``AP Classes. Russian Vampires. Crazy Infatuation with Someone She Refuses to Tell Me About. She has a lot on her plate right now.`` And then I finally find out your LJ name and I discover that your witty little self is composing brilliant prose pieces as usually, but not of them are directed toward me. Fie, Fie.

Also, why wasn`t I included on your birthday list? I may be in Japan, but that doesn`t mean that I forgot your birthday. Although, I guess I sort of did...HAPPY BIRTHDAY.

[bluearisbe.livejournal.com]

Have my ideas ever been anything less than genius?