this weekend is the weekend of foolish games. it is the party of jesse. mike has offered 100$ to my ticket of plane so that i may board a flying vessel and meet and greet a wisconsin rickshaw. what say you? will you be available for full facial probing? or should i pass the opportunity to spend 126$ of my own dollars? i do think i should vacate the brendan premises. this is yaweh's way of saying- here is your opportunity for full lo-carb meltdown, make it your bitch. i dont want to travel the five sickening hours on a plane next to some young canadian mountie with a mouthfull of stale beef jerkey and moths. some dead, some alive. but i do want to arrive to see my friends who tried to make me take a bus. make them pay. pay if frothward. frothward bound. i wanted to spend the time with brendan, but at the same time, i think i want to say to him- look, i have a life. well, at least, i am desperately trying to look like i have a life, and i will continue to do so. even if costs me all the money in someone else's bank account. even if costs me all the money from my credit lenders. even if i have to sell my soul to the devil himself, i am going to get home to see my eight year old son. KEVIN!!! mom?? anyways, i am emailing you because i want you to call me me. i think your phone pushes messages, pushes em real good. so call me back at my work number: 850-607-6867. PLEASE. DO. IT. TODAY. for your free copy of a picture of an unwashed homeless girl named Vicki who desperately needs food, shelter, hand written letters in american english providing hope and encouragement, empty promise, false hope, disease, malaria, cokeacola.
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