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Good Morning, Good Morning
June 2nd, 2005 / #friends
Today I woke up to the cellular phone call of two of my lovely female friends in my kitchen who took it upon themselves to let themselves into my house in the wee hours of the morning. Well, I guess all of that would have to depend on your definition of “wee hours,” but my 11:00 AM wakeup call was a bit difficult to cope with. That just goes to show what summer vacation will do to a boy.
Either way, I’m grateful to have such close friends that would wake me up like so. It’s better than a silly alarm clock and more efficient than waiting for your body to wake itself.
As much as I consider awakening, I cannot bar myself from inevitably delving into the hypothetical realm of consciousness that considers awakening’s fundamental opposite: falling asleep. And that only leads me to consider death. I know: this newfound dreary and depressed funk I’m in does strange things to my thought patterns.
Anyhow, after considering the possibilities, I would like to die in a similar manner, surrounded by my closest friends. But there should be more chicks. Wearing cheerleader outfits. That brought pizza.
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…and hopefully a topless Queen Amidala.
Peace
i’ve got cheerleading uniforms. you can borrow them. P.S. i’ll tumble at your funeral if it makes you happy.
Do I have to wear the cheerleader outfit this time?