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i wish i could take your optimism and put it in a tiny little box to carry with me always.
from not val
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11:36 am - Tuesday,June 26, 2001
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dear crayon's guestbook, will you tell crayon that i now need to go lie down after all this hot guestbook action? yow. love and the big bad wolf, val
from val
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1:23 am - Tuesday,June 26, 2001
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dear crayon's guestbook, thank you. also, tell crayon that i would rather be invisible. what's funny about this is that it's actually part of a study my friend heard about. more women choose invisibility, and more men choose flying. now, what this means in the grand scheme of things, i do not know. except that, ACCORDING TO SCIENCE (because science is always right) you are boy and i am a girl. haha! can't fool me. this is brilliant, actually. the next guy i meet, i will trick into revealing if he is actually a woman by asking the very same question. i am now a scientician. you can refer to me as miss scientician valerie. thank you. love, miss scientician valerie
from val
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1:15 am - Tuesday,June 26, 2001
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dear crayon's guestbook, if i were a superhero, i would want the ability to not use improper grammar, ever. love and stuff, val
from val
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1:06 am - Tuesday,June 26, 2001
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dear crayon's guestbook, ahem. please relay the following message to crayon: ok. you win. that's . . . just great. yeah. where's that shotgun anyway? and also, are you drunk? i think so. would you rather be have the ability to fly, or to be invisible whenever you wanted to be? love and superheroes, val
from val
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1:04 am - Tuesday,June 26, 2001
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dear crayon's guestbook, if i had a swing like that, i'd paint it red and hang it on my front porch. if i ever said that to you, you probably wouldn't want to kick me, because then i'd kick you back, but you would probably want to make fun of me. for several minutes. tell crayon that i am very curious about how ibuprophen knows where it hurts. love and basketball, val (ps- i DO in fact know that that was funnier than anything else i've ever said.)
from val
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0:51 am - Tuesday,June 26, 2001
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dear crayon's guestbook, hi. once i was swimming in lake monona at night and i felt something against my leg. it was either a huge fish, a dead body, or a house. i just don't know. will you please ask crayon if he tossed the pebble in the air and then caught it before he put it in his pocket? love and yesterday, val
from val
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0:42 am - Tuesday,June 26, 2001
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dear crayon's guestbook, hello today. do you think i am scaring people? i think i might be. it's ok, though, because i am going to a concert tomorrow. i think that it's entirely brilliant to think and write and act in and about nonsense cause and effect relationships. don't you? because of my pink flip-flops? that's what i thought. i think you should also understand that most of my brain is under seige at the moment, trying to distract me from increasingly intense physical pain. i have to go now, and eat something, or i will fall down probably. love and rubber band fights, val
from val
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0:34 am - Tuesday,June 26, 2001
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dear crayon's guestbook, hi. you look nice today. would you please tell crayon that i'm sorry if what i said offended him? i can't tell whether or not it did, and that wasn't my intention, if i did. i'm going to work now. love, val
from val
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3:08 pm - Monday,June 25, 2001
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dear crayon's guestbook, oh hi! i am awake. it is 8 am. i want to be sleeping. i am not. i've had too much coffee. DON'T DRINK TOO MUCH COFFEE, KIDS. i think that coffee might be a horrible poison. i mean, i really like to drink coffee, but doesn't it just seem BAD? yeah. that's what i think. um. yeah. tell crayon that i made a painting for him in my head and it = good. love, val
from val
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9:07 am - Sunday,June 24, 2001
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