Tavie
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masque of the red death
the perry bible fellowship
toothpaste for dinner
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Monday, July 28, 2003
I wanted to see my friend Matt (not this one, another one-- there are too many Matts, too many Daves, too many Jennifers, too many Stephanies) at the UCB Theatre today, I really wanted to. But it was disaster time at Mint Manor. It was plumbing-related. It was septic. It was not good.
We got out about an hour before the show started, and I had to wait for the PATH train, and wait and wait and wait.
So I didn't make it.
That was my sole plan for the day, too. With nothing to fall back upon, I returned home and spent the evening watching television with my parents. Which I enjoy, as they're good folks. Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:54 AM | shower me with attention
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