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(enfp, future peripatetic and/or cat owner)

Monday, July 20, 2009

Bags, bags, bags!

Our whole house is quite empty right now, except for big boxes and garbage bags around every corner.
People are making scrapbook pages for us.
I'm worrying my ass off trying to figure out what to give everyone before I leave.

Look at the counter on the bottom of the page. How many days is that? And I don't have a single present yet, except for... what do I call her? I can't get myself to say "girlfriend." Would she be fine with that?
Well, she's got a bag of presents in a color-changing Del Sol bag now, but she's only one of 7? 8?

Never mind! A bag for everyone, I say!
Bags, bags, bags!
A Forever XXI for her, a PacSun for him,
and what about Papaya or WetSeal or Urban Outfitters?
With that 500 dollars I just got from that nice lady, I'm not short on cash,
but 7 people?

God, can you hear me again? Could you lend me some of those God-powers right about now?The Verve is an alright band. Cat Power is great.
And no matter how hard I try, I can't stop loving My Chem.

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  2. "And I don't have a single present yet, except for... what do I call her? I can't get myself to say "girlfriend." Would she be fine with that?"

    I don't mind really, or this is a rhetorial question...? I feel awfully special though... Uuuuuuuuuummmm... Whatever you think. They should have a special word for this... you invent one, it's your Syndrome :p

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