It occurs to me
06/07/2006
Hey, we’re okay.
Really we are. The pieces that you all don’t read or know would make it impossible for you to, well, know.
We’re fine.
Really.
I’ll try to finish the rest of the Bruce and Some Girl on vacation today, because we still haven’t gotten to the most awesome part.
The rest of it, um, everyone has to have fights now and then.
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Actually I’m not fine. I had too many foam cups full of oversugared coffee at breakfast-time and now the cosmos seem to be moving very quickly (or very slowly, I can’t really tell.lll.llllllllllll).
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The sugar thing is your own fault. Addict.
I can quit any time I feel like ittt. ttt. t
Damn it, Some Girl. Where’s the rest of the freaking story? We’re on the edge of our seats here. Maybe Bruce should write it since he’s all hopped up on sugar.
Sorry, work has really kicked my ass…working on it! I promise.
I can write it.
It all started when we found ourselves trapped at the bottom of a valley, surrounded by three herds of war giraffes, led by the Hippo King’s elite bodyguard of manatees…
The sugar has melted Bruce’s brain.
Bruces…Bruceae..Bruci?
Hmmm.
Anyway, writing this piece as we speak…and just to clarify, there were no hippos.
HA! Love you guys. Hilarious.
I look forward to the rest of the story as well.
Bruce…back away from the sugar and caffine…
Don’t encourage him. The sugar thing, it’s weird. And willful.
Why Bruce, why o’why?