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Go read Buying a Clue. Because Lennie knows how to write some damn good lamblove.
Jan. 23rd, 2002
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Jan. 23rd, 2002 08:22 pmMy sister and I just got back from visiting Downtown!Margaret, and here's what happened.
We parked in an underground lot, and while we were trekking out of it, I noticed a minivan parked near the entrance. It was all dusty, and in the manner of dusty vehicles, somebody had written with their finger in the dirt. But this was no ordinary "Wash Me!" type graffitti. No, the person who did this was far crueler than that.
Because foot-tall letters on the side spelled out, "I LOVE NICK CARTER!!"
Now that's some fucking graffitti.
[Coda: As we were walking back to the car, I was talking to Glock and mused, "I wonder if Nick Carter's still there?" only to find that she'd lagged behind and I was talking to some stranger. Girl probably thought I was a complete freak. Goddamn Carter.]
Off to watch Gilmore Girls!
We parked in an underground lot, and while we were trekking out of it, I noticed a minivan parked near the entrance. It was all dusty, and in the manner of dusty vehicles, somebody had written with their finger in the dirt. But this was no ordinary "Wash Me!" type graffitti. No, the person who did this was far crueler than that.
Because foot-tall letters on the side spelled out, "I LOVE NICK CARTER!!"
Now that's some fucking graffitti.
[Coda: As we were walking back to the car, I was talking to Glock and mused, "I wonder if Nick Carter's still there?" only to find that she'd lagged behind and I was talking to some stranger. Girl probably thought I was a complete freak. Goddamn Carter.]
Off to watch Gilmore Girls!