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crayola or rose art or whichever brand you prefer to be... thank you so much for checking in on me... unfortunately, i am drowning in italian food and large tips at the restaurant, so all my writing powers have been drained. be sure of this, i will return and vindicate my weary soul. :) i miss talking to you. ill have to sign on at three am sometime so i can catch you. you are great, kid. dont forget that. give val a big smootch and tell her its not from me. :) thank you and goodnight.
from heather
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5:38 pm - Tuesday,July 24, 2001
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dear crayon's guestbook, hi. oh. hi. and now i will sing a song for you, dear guestbook. ready? ok. most of the time i'm clear focused all around. most of the time i can keep both feet on the ground. i can follow the path, i can read the signs. stay right with it, when the road unwinds. i can handle whatever i stumble upon, i don't even notice she's gone, most of the time. i'm going to bed now. tell crayon that if he were a cigarette i'd smoke him. love and such, val
from val
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5:41 am - Tuesday,July 24, 2001
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is lovely, thank you
from aaron
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9:36 am - Monday,July 23, 2001
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dear crayon's guestbook, hi. now it's sunday. or, really, monday. because midnight is where the day begins. and such. i don't know about today. or even tomorrow. damn. tell crayon i love him. love, val
from val
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4:06 am - Monday,July 23, 2001
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dear crayon's guestbook, good evening, good sir. well, i don't know about all this bugabaloo business. i mean, didn't we talk about this before? i thought we agreed that the best thing for both us right now is uggabooga. and here you are saying "bugabaloo." i just don't know what to say. tell this to crayon, "nay, good goose, bite not." because it's one of my favorite lines from anything anywhere ever. and good lines are not wasted on crayon, AS WE ALL VERY WELL KNOW. and such. love and fire safety courses, val
from val
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4:54 am - Saturday,July 21, 2001
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will someone please tell my super crayon that i miss him?
from rachel
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4:03 pm - Friday,July 20, 2001
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dear crayon's guestbook, maybe if i were a monkey or chimp of some sort i wouldn't HAVE to sleep as much. or, maybe i'd just be too busy playing with people's hair and throwing things at them and also pushing buttons and learning sign language and having people marvel at my likeness to humanity and make comparisons to that of a particularly unskilled human (in that i could do a better job at nearly anything than such a person) and eating bananas (tasty) and simply making the world a better place . . . to think about going to sleep. i am the MASTER at two things: run-on sentences, and keeping myself awake far past my estimated time of going to sleep. and such. as it were. and the like. now, have i ever told you about the monkey i once had for a pet? oh, wait, that was michael jackson. right. anyway, tell crayon i went to bed at 5:42 am. he shouldn't be too angry with me, i hope. and also tell him to cut his damn hair already. ok, i love you. goodnight. love and talking about monkeys (WOOOO!), val
from val
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6:52 am - Friday,July 20, 2001
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dear crayon's guestbook, hi. you know, you look really good in blue. like, REALLY GOOD. so i see that yet another of MY friends is now gettin all up on you, and such. (i'd like to point out that the previous sentence was rather awkward, in language, etc. really, read it aloud. doesn't sound right.) so what'll it be? i know, the squirt gun. i know. that's what i'd pick, too. kristi wants to know if you're naked. now, i think that information should be between us only, but kristi seems to think otherwise. she's a hussy, you know. i mean, just look at that dress. I SAID GOD DAMN. um. yeah. so now she's whining for me to take her home and i must oblige. goodnight, sweet guestbook. and tell crayon hi. love and water pistols (C'MON), val
from val
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4:24 am - Friday,July 20, 2001
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WELL HELLO THERE MR. CRAYON. ITS NICE TO MEET YOU. I AINT GOT NO CANDY BUT...(LOOKING IN MY BAG)....I GOT SOME ASPRIN, A YO-YO, A SQUIRT GUN AND AN OLD ISSUE OF ROLLING STONE MAGAZINE WITH TOMMY AND PAMELA LEE ON THE COVER....I GOT STUNG BY A BEE ON MY BUTT THE OTHER DAY. -IS IT TOO SOON IN OUR RELATIONSHIP TO TELL YOU THINGS LIKE THAT? SORRY. ~KRISTI~
from KRISTI JO MCCLOSKEY
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8:48 pm - Thursday,July 19, 2001
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dear crayon's guestbook, hi. i slept for 12 hours. twelve hours. and now my body's got that achey, i-slept-too-long thing. weird. i don't know what i'll be doing today. most likely i will be thinking about my favorite guestbook naked. or i will be thinking about flowers. either or. i love having a day off. HOWEVER, when it is hot and miserable outside (as well as inside), i'd just rather not deal with it. i'd almost rather go to work. note i said ALMOST. right. tell crayon that i'm still wishing him well. wishing hard. love and groggy head, val
from val
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5:20 pm - Thursday,July 19, 2001
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