parkplace's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I Hate Him Listening To: Rapid Hope Loss by DEE-SEE Julia is typing for me and I am saying the words. Ben and Julia are sleeping over and I am having an excellent time. "WE ARE SINGING" - Julia. I had a wonderful time walking from the train station to my house in 900 feet of snow. With those wonderful paper-thin converse shoes. Only one person decided to shovel the sidewalk in front of their house. Their intelligence was revealed once I realized that I couldn't get out because they had only shoveled a small dead end. I Loved It. I arrived at my home with numb feet and the wonderful stench of smoke and oil from my mother's house. Anyway, I figured out a way to get a free ride on the train. All I gotta do is wear my Dashboard Confessional hoodie and my trucker hat while I board the train. Once I'm in my seat I take off the hat and hoodie and slouch down so the conductor doesn't notice me for the whole trip. (note from julia: hoodie and hat are unneeded in that story, parker wants me to tell you that he can't see this message but it's a lie) It's a very painful process but for $3.25 I'll do it. Commentary by Julia :D LOOK! No typos I think! This is a step in the right direction for my dear parkli. "He writes typos like it's going out of style"-says Parker. That made no sense. Silly attention deficit disorder boy. Parker kicked me in the head today so I'm allowed to make of him whenever the fuck I want. Parker just pooted. I have to leave, it smells like shit. 7:59 p.m. - 12-08-03 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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