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| Monday, April 1, 2002 | ||||||||||
| Jesus fucking christ. Cake. Is. Touring. I am convulsing and flaling my arms because I don't know what to do. I can't form sentences with my mouth. I dont' know what to do. they are only comeing to texas and nevada and california so far but look what they said: | ||||||||||
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| I don't know what to do. I don't live in the Southwest. Should I go there? I think it would be too expensive or too dangerous. But I love them. Love. I don't know what to do. I want to call CAKE and tell them to come here. Now. Or to just live here so they can play here all the time. Cake is coming. I hope. I can't sleep now. I can't sleep not knowing if they are going to make a stop in the greater washington area. Cake. They're touring. They need to tour here. I will go. I will buy all the tickets just to make sure they can say they sold out. I will do anything for them. She's going to hand you a red headed gabriel. Timing your contractions inventing small contraptions that roll across your hardwood floor. They may drive me insane with love. Um. I will now try coherent thoughts. The dispatch concert is this weekend with abbey. I mean, abbey is working all day. Not going to philadelphia (the worst city ever) to attend a concert. And then the weekend after that I will go to uva. Like owais. I really don't want anything for my birthday. I can't think of anything someone would buy me that I actually want. Everything I want I have to buy myself. Damn. I need to leave you to go do a thing. |
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