Ducking and covering at the moment. Two of my three siblings (and assorted friends of theirs)are in the full throes of a "sleepover" here. That's cool, I guess. Well, it would be cool if there was something to watch on the telly. But there's been enough audio-visual entertainment for today. Probably a solid three or four hours, not counting the Bond movie I went to out of boredom. It was pretty well done, and surprisingly deep for a Bond movie, but Jesus Christ was it depressing. But I always feel terribly depressed when a movie ends and I walk out to the parking lot from the theatre. Oh well. I'd attempt a half-assed review, but I don't much want to bring the dire reprecussions of ruining a movie's ending down on my head though. The finicky wrath of the gods and all. Anyways.
I sent Stephanie Mack a mango. Swathed in bubble wrap and duct tape. Not cause I like her or anything. Uhh.. no. It's just that uhh... there's this lady at the post office right? And one day she was like... uhh... "Wow, you're into Elliott Smith?" And I'm like "XO, sweetheart!" And uhh.. I mail stuff as an excuse to see her. So... uhh... that's why a mango was sent. For that reason and that reason only.
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Oh how intriguing about your mango sending.
Did you know (supposedly, not thoroughly convinced) that there are two types; 'mangos' being the smaller masculine version and 'mangas' being the larger feminine.
Bet you wish you wrote that on the envelope!
True, true!
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