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The yellow brick road is about half an hour north of here...~Aug. 26, 2002~
Guess what! I'm not Heather either! I'm Bethie. Meaning, of course, that the time is all wrong because like Lizabet I'm stuck here in Kansas, not in Italy. On the other hand, Heather needs to come visit me and realize that as godforsaken as Italy might be (heh... that's kinda funny, what with Rome being there... *laughs*), Kansas might well suck worse. After all, there's absolutely nothing to do here. Legal, anyway. Not if you're underage. I mean, there's a reason this area had the highest teenage illegitimate pregnancy rate in the country for a while there. And everybody seems to drink. Hell, some guy popped his head in our door on Saturday to say that you could get free beer at Burger King. *thinks* Heather, I'm scared. Can I come live with you for a while? Then you won't be bored and I won't be stuck in Kansas. *thinks more* Actually, though, we'd need to bring Lizabet and Becca and John of course and maybe a few other people there too... *sighs* Okay, so most of the planet sucks. On the other hand... if the planet didn't suck, we'd all fall off. :) Anyway, I'm gonna go find some food somewhere soon because I have another class in forty minutes and it's two hours long and I'm kinda hungry already. *randomly hugs you, dear reader* Love and kisses, Bethiebeth Did you miss something? Check and see... |
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