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Tuesday, August 1st, 2006
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2:45p - Like holy shit
Announcing.
FRIDAY AUGUST 11TH.
I am turning 30. Like, holy shit, thirty.
Ack.
I don't know what else is going on because I'm totally in the dark, but there's a thing on
TUESDAY THE 8TH. 7 PM.
Which I am planning.
We will be going to a restaurant at which one cannot eat. A cave which is not underground. A cliff where people plummet to total safety.
It's a mystery wrapped in a riddle wrapped in an enigma wrapped in a tasty sopapilla....
IT'S CASA BONITA!
The theme is White Trash Mardi Gras. If you like to bring me shiny things, and who doesn't, make 'em gag gifts, the sort of thing you might have to exchange tickets for. FINGER PUPPETS if you get me finger puppets I will love you forever holy shit I love finger puppets. Archie McPhee-type stuff. Wear Mardi Gras beads. If you don't have them, I will have extra. I don't expect you to eat the food, because... yeah. Just don't. Trust me.
ANYWAY I don't care about your objections to Casa Bonita and I don't care if Black Bart raped your mother RIGHT IN THE CAVE because if I have to turn thirty I'M DRAGGING THE REST OF YOU OFF TO OLDEN MISERY WITH ME.
Oh, and: I have a goddamn wishlist. Lots, in fact, but this one has finger puppets. Just sayin'.
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