Consider a certain night in august. Princess Leigh Cheri was gazing out of her attic window.
The moon was full. The moon was so bloated it was about tot tip over. Imagine awakening to find the moon flat on its face on the bathroom floor like the late Elvis Presley, poisoned by banana spilts.
It was a moon that could stir wild passions in a moo cow. A moon that could bring out the devil in a bunny rabbit.A moon that could turn lug nuts into moonstones, turn little red riding hood into the big bad wolf.
For more than an hour, Leigh Cheri stared into the mandala of the sky. Does the moon have a purpose? she inquired of her prince charming.
Prince charming pretended that she had asked a silly question. Perhaps she had. The same query put to the Remington sl3 elicited this response;
Albert Camus worte that the only serious question is whether to kill yourself or not. Tom Robbins wrote that the only serious question is whether time has a beginning and an end. Camus clearly got up on the wrong side of the bed, and Robbins must have forgotten to set the alarm.
There is only one serious question. And that is: Who knows how to make love stay?
Answer me that and I will tell you whether or not to kill yourself. Answer me that and I will ease your mind about the beginning and end of time. Answer me that and I will reveal to you the purpose of the moon.
So my computer crashed because "sometimes hard drives just go bad." I won't get it back for another week. I feel out of touch with the world. Yes, not having a computer is that serious.
So I'm all done with my freshman year of college. It's so weird I didn't want to leave. I miss Jules and the H-dorm ladies. I miss Frank and Nick and yes even Matt.
I moved home yesterday. My room is trashed with garbage bags and papers and suitcases laying everywhere. I don't want to clean it but I have to cos I'm leaving for Florida tomorrow. But Florida is going to kick ass cos I get to see Lauren and of course we'll get ourselves into some trouble just like the good ol' days.
Bamboozle was amazing. I feel like I should be more tired than I am from the festival. I love (most of) the manville boys. (someone turned scence...) Rob's hair is kinda brownish-red. I think maybe i should dye my hair that color. HA.
I move back to North Jersey tomorrow. I'm going to miss living down at school. I am going to miss Rob even more. I lost my flight information to florida. That sounds kinda hard to do but I can't find any record of me ordering my tickets. I suck at being responsible. I'm going to cry at the airport but Lauren will make me happy.
Being home shouldn't be too bad though. I'll be working lots to keep me busy and all the girls will be back together. Thank god we stuck together and weeded out the 'not-so-true' friends. My - do I hate girls. Especially fucking cuntrags who think they are better than everyone in every way when really they're nothing more than a waste of life and should be run down repeatedly by a dumb truck. Amen.
If aristotle were alive, he'd have no choice but to kick your ass.
Ok - so I'm done being stupid and nervous and upset about the whole tour thing. I got to go on the road with the boys this weekend to Conneticut. It was so much fun. I got to play merch girl and I admit, I tottally kick ass at it. But them being on the road is really no different than them staying home. And this tour is just gonna be so good for all of them that I'm actually excited for them. It's gonna suck A LOT not seeing Rob for 4 months. :(
Me and Rob christened the RV. Haha Chris.
Anyway things are good. Things are really good. Rob loves me.
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