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d'oh! i turn by back for a moment and now you've got a house! and i'm sleeping on my mom's livingroom floor---way to go, jeremy! many, many grown-up points. heeeee!
seriously, congrats. so, when will we get pictures of it? and will there be an all-velvet room? i'm sure if you go by graceland you can pick up a few more decorating tips..
:)
/jennie From: jennie [e-mail] [homepage] 2002-05-30 12:18:41 |
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Blink and you miss it--that's how it is in my high-flying, whirlwind life, Jennie. Well . . . something like that. Thank you for the congrats :) Now you have to say hi the next time that you pass through Ottawa. |
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I must concur: if you find a girl more interested in your house than your CD collection - run away. Quick as your little legs can carry you. She can't be worth it. Sez me. From: Louise [e-mail] [homepage] 2002-05-31 20:01:41 |
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Well, as with most of my female-related comments, the bit about taking advantage of me for my house was meant in jest. I tend to add these half-hearted lines, since it is easier to write them than to genuinely write about being lonely. I only do the latter on bad nights when I'm listening to "Time Jesum Transeuntum Et Non Riverentum" and "Shivers" and such. Erm, yes. At any rate, my little legs and I should undoubtedly be safe. So, no worries. |
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