Friday, March 8, 2002

At 10:48 a.m. Erin types :
"Damn. I thought that I wrote enough to scroll that freakin' G-Spot Dildo off the screen...but apparently I did not. So now I need to write a bunch of crap.

CRAP. CRAP. CRAP. CRAP. CRAP. CRAP. CRAP. CRAP. CRAP. CRAP. CRAP. CRAP. CRAP. CRAP. CRAP. CRAP. CRAP. CRAP. CRAP. CRAP. CRAP. CRAP. CRAP. CRAP. CRAP. CRAP. CRAP. CRAP. CRAP. CRAP. CRAP. CRAP. CRAP. CRAP. CRAP. CRAP. CRAP. CRAP. CRAP. CRAP. CRAP. CRAP. CRAP. CRAP. CRAP. CRAP. CRAP. CRAP.

hee.

Oh. And I didn't know Megan's email address, so Angie will have to let her know what Jess and my new telephone number is. There's lots of 3's and 2's in it. But there was also a 1, so we couldn't make words out of it. Damn. (Unlike Angie's 222-CRAP number. I will never forget that number! I used to dial directory assistance all the time to get her last phone number!)

And I might be online more often. ie I will actually have internet access on my own computer!!! Provided the phone isn't busy and Jess isn't online. (Which isn't that often, but I will live.) So...yeah. Stuff is happening. yes."

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Friday, March 8, 2002

At 10:43 a.m. Erin types :
"Yes. That's right. Velvet is officially out. Whoo-hoo!!!! (She moved last Friday, although some of her crap is still at our place.) Our apartment looks really different now. And it doesn't smell bad. Still debating whether to shampoo the couch or not. It's kind of discolored from all the smoke. It used to be dark blue--now it's almost a dark forest green. ew.

Corissa and I are planning a trip to Sioux Falls on Sunday to do some shopping. (So perhaps I can get back my Tori CD from Megan?) Corissa wanted us (myself, Corissa & Meg) to do lunch together somewhere (Olive Garden?)...thoughts? Are you free sometime on Sunday?"

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Thursday, March 7, 2002

At 02:29 a.m. Megan types :
"Hell its like 2:30 in the freaken morning and I was bored so I filled out this quiz... hee hee. oh Before I show the answer... Erin I take it she is oficially out.. Whoo Hoo!!!!!!!!!!! Anyways here Is what I am

What Sex Toy Are You?"

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Tuesday, March 5, 2002

At 07:22 p.m. Angie types :
"So I take it the bitch is out. YAY!!!!!!!!!

I don't know how to go about shampooing your couch, unless you had a handheld thingy.

Doesn't it suck to be a strap-on? I wonder what Megan is. Hey Megan, go take that quiz!"

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Tuesday, March 5, 2002

At 04:18 p.m. Erin types :
"I KNOW! I keep scrolling the screen up and down so that it doesn't show up in the computer lab or anything. (That would be slightly mortifying. hee.) Jeez, Angie, couldn't you have been handcuffs or something remotely less, uh, gross-looking? hee. Maybe motion lotion? Or a vibrator? No. You have to be the fucking strap-on!

hee hee hee. You know what, though? I took that quiz and found that I am a strap-on, too. We're both a bunch of cocks. (Fake cocks, at that.) I feel so dirty. ;)

Yes. And on a completely non-related subject, you all should come see the apartment now that it isn't smelly/disgusting! I still have to shampoo the carpet in my room and arrange it, but otherwise it looks and smells really good.

I'm thinking of using the shampooer on the couch. Any thoughts?"

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Monday, March 4, 2002

At 12:28 p.m. Megan types :
"Umm.... I haven't decided what I m going to do with my site yet.. And Angie THAT Is GROSS the strap on thing :) hee hee"

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Saturday, March 2, 2002

At 09:34 p.m. Angie types :
"Megan, are you ever going to do anything with your new site? Or did you give up on that one too?"

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Saturday, March 2, 2002

At 09:28 p.m. Angie types :
"

What Sex Toy Are You?

Why the hell am I a strap-on. I don't want to be a strap-on. "

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Saturday, March 2, 2002

At 09:12 p.m. Angie types :
"So is the whore out? What did your revised lease termination thingy say? Did she say anything about it?"

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Friday, March 1, 2002

At 10:59 a.m. Erin types :
"Guess what guys? It's March First!!! You know what that means?!? Velvet leaves today! Technically, I suppose she has until the seventh to remove her things, but the notice she gave us said nothing about removing herself. Plus, I don't think that she would want to be around if she has some other place to go to. In all actuality, I haven't been there since last night. (Jess worked from 10-8:30 last night, so I had a feeling that it would be hell there that final night moron and dumbfuck were there, so Corissa let me stay at her place.) I'm actually curious about her reaction to the revised lease termination notice we gave her. Probably not good, but hey, I'm not going to sign something that accuses me of something that I did not do. So...yeah. I plan to make the most of my day by sitting on the couch and watching movies while she moves all her shit out. It should be fun. ;)"

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