Ask me why I'm crying. Go ahead, ask. Is it because I sold my soul (also known as my guitar) for a hundred dollar bill? The goth guy at work informed me yesterday that 100% of money has traces of both cocaine and fecal matter on it. But no, that's not why. When I finish crying about these present matters, that might be a good thing to start over crying about. Dad used to say "stop crying or I'll give you something to cry about." He's mellowed out considerably. You should've heard captain Kirk and Marilyn during the meet the parents session with lianarama on sunday. If they'd given me any more insight into their mid-twenties party days in hawaii, I think I would have gone into shock. Out of the captain's mouth: "we had to make lots of memories 'cos chances are we'd forget about half of them when we finally sobered up." But that's not why I'm crying, either. Enough already. It's mostly because I missed my chance to see the elusive James Sherman Castle on his triumphant march through Georgia... hopefully we will all be together again soon. It's gettin' on time for a finale, boys. The planets are lining up to offer their congratulations. I will embrace Venus and kiss Uranus. Ha! No, totally serious now. It was lovely to have words with the comandante. And it would be lovely to see all. It looks like Davíð may join me in the atl, with girlfriend in tow. If not atlanta, then americus. ? I know. Listen, I say if we're gonna be all spread out, even if it's all in georgia, we should at least take the pains to make it so that if you connect the dots between our homes, it comes out to some sort of cool symbol or talisman. Somebody should remind me what a talisman actually is. I think I've been watching buffy and angel to much. (as if there is any such thing) Listen- everyone should be nice and go see some people that have been nice enough to link either the boxpalace or our friend eddie. I've been a bitch about making blue links lately, and I keep telling Mr. Lomax that he should make those pretty little kinds of links on the side, but until then, hack away at these:

the atl, more or less:
millie
millie and heathy metal
archnemesis april
roommate jason
traveling david
seth
emily
elsewhere:
beth b. from d.c.
bec in philly
and heather- also in atl, but I don't know her.

give some props, as they say. all worth reading. look for some prettiness here in the future, maybe. everybody bug abraham. love, johny.