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[wickedflea]

Holycrap. We had the Tomlinson reunion today and now we're sitting around looking at old family pictures. Check this scheisse out:



That's my old, beloved cat Abigail at about age 16 there. I was about 22. My hair, however, had been growing since the mid-'60s and must have been pushing 30. Good NIGHT, that shit was long. That's at least three or four lifetimes ago.



And here's my fourth-grade star turn as a member of FDR's cabinet in Annie. My role was to get pissed off when Annie started singing "Tomorrow," then get won over and join in. No recordings exist, thank dog.

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[sida-al-hurra.livejournal.com]

HIPPIE!

[wickedflea.livejournal.com]

You reappear after all this time to call me a hippie?!?! Nooooo ma'am, i warn't no hippie, I was a . . . hmmm . . . wait . . . . Well, I actually have no idea what I was. I was just a damn freak, I guess. :D

Was glad to see you pop up the other day. I had been looking through my friends list just a day or two prior and wondered about you. =)

[(Anonymous)]

I was a freak, too and happy about it. I am glad to see you are well. Are you still in the south or did you relocate?

[wickedflea.livejournal.com]

Well, I did move south, and I am relocating again. I'm in the middle of preparing for an exploratory visit to Brooklyn to see what kinda work I can find up there. :)

[sida-al-hurra.livejournal.com]

I went back and read a bunch of your entries. I knew you had moved south--I remember the day you drove down. I've caught up with you a little, now. May I just say that I have been lmao at some of your entries I'd missed. For instance, the one about the flour turning into a stone during the school play. The milkshake voice entry made me pee my pants, especially at the end when you say "yo mama" and she says, "YO mama" and then cracks up. Also, what kind of twilight zone town is that you stumbled upon? And that grocery list. This stuff only happens to you, you know.

I spoke with deadmenwalking yesterday and we have decided you need to write a book. Or gather journal entries and publish them in book form. No, seriously. You have a unique outlook and a killer sense of humor/irony. You probably already realize that.