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dear crayon's guestbook, you look sharp today. tell crayon that i wish his brain was in my head. etc. love, val
from val
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3:11 am - Thursday,July 12, 2001
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dear crayon's guestbook, hi. it got better. so much better. tell crayon, i think he'd be glad to know. tomorrow will be another day, and we'll see what happens. maybe there'll be even more beauty. who knows? sometimes words can match music, for me. it's rare, but it happened tonight. i wish you could've been there, and heard it. you'd have gotten misty-eyed, too. anyway, i promise i'm going to bed now. PROMISE. oh, guestbook, put your clothes on, you know i can't concentrate with you being naked and all. geez. love and the right words at the right time, val
from val
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6:51 am - Wednesday,July 11, 2001
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dear crayon's guestbook, hi. tell crayon that i don't know what he means by that. the poetry bit. because my everything is jumbled up. love and that sort of thing, val
from val
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3:09 am - Wednesday,July 11, 2001
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hey crayon, guess how me chanced upon ur diary? Was attracted by the nick 'crayon' actually. Words can't really describe what I'd felt when I saw the pic of the child who seems to be on top of the world. Sigh. Keep writing. Cheers!
from wednesdae
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5:30 am - Monday,July 9, 2001
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dear crayon's guestbook, good evening. i hope that all is well in crayon's world, and i hope you'll tell him that. and also, today i listened to that song over and over while driving to my parents' house. it was beautiful. yes. and then i played it for my mom, and then later for my dad. and they really liked it. ok, that is all. love and pretty songs, val
from val
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3:30 am - Monday,July 9, 2001
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dear crayon's guestbook, oh HELLO. i've been tired, really tired, for about an hour and a half. BUT i haven't gone to bed yet. i think i'm deliberately trying to sabotage myself. or something. i need to get out of this sleeping pattern. like, now. i just wish it was winter because then the sun wouldn't be coming up, and i could sleep in the dark, like i should. damn it. but anyway, tell crayon that his modesty is ABSOLUTELY charming. love and really cold water, valerieeeeeeeeeee
from val
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6:12 am - Sunday,July 8, 2001
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dear crayon's guestbook, hi. that's what you get. or something. tell crayon not to tell anyone i'm listening to YOU-KNOW-WHO right now, because then i might lose my cred with the punks. and i'm really concerned about that, you know. or not. love and ponies, val
from val
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4:09 am - Sunday,July 8, 2001
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dear crayon's guestbook, hi. tell crayon it's PETER fonda. silly crayon. love, val
from val
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3:56 am - Sunday,July 8, 2001
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dear crayon's guestbook. good evening. it is warm outside. too warm. today was a day and tomorrow will be another day. but that doesn't change the fact that things aren't right here, and they never will be. this hurts. now i will go and cook for kristi and then we will eat and we will talk. tell crayon i hope his today was good. and his tomorrow, you know. love and being overdressed for the weather, val
from val
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0:48 am - Sunday,July 8, 2001
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dear crayon's guestbook, hi. i'm oh so tired. BUT i don't have to work tomorrow. it's something know as a "day off." you probably don't understand that concept, seeing as you never get a day off from being crayon's guestbook. at least i don't think you do. will you please tell crayon this for me: "sunday monday tuesday wednesday thursday friday saturday's all right." not that he'll know what that means. cause i don't, even. but hey, can you blame me? it's really late. or early. anyway, also tell him that he'll tell me, and it's ok that he won't admit it yet. love and secrets, val
from val
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6:39 am - Saturday,July 7, 2001
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