i had never actually someone pick-up a car all by themselves until yesterday...that half-gay lemay...who would have thought? not me...
so i have been handing out the big rookie inc. shirts and everyone seems to think they're fine..so i say ok...i give...you'll see yours soon enough and you can decide for yourself...
i'm pretty sure the chicken salad and the tuna salad are the same thing at the sandwich place skippy and i go to...they say not but i can't, for the life of me tell the difference...man, do i have a headache...corie says it's because i didn't have the tuna...next time.
i'm tired...the psychic network needed a ride to the airport at 4:45 am today...and i said i'd take her...i'm paying a little for that now...i need a nap. or a really large coffee...or both...i'll sleep on the weekend sometime...
i left a message with the guy who's suppose to be taking pictures of my car but haven't heard back...i have a feeling i've been passed over...which is fine but it would have been cool after all the heartache and shitola i've gone through with that car in recent months...gary economy came by yesterday and finished the windlace so larry is basically all done now...seems weird to say that...truth be told there are still a couple of small things but nothing that means jack shit...so....he's done as far as i'm concerned, and he looks great.
i love you
g. xo
ps...here's a photo of me outside junior's in brooklyn where diana will be getting an egg cream and/or having some cheesecake soon enough...
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