||[Sep. 5th, 2002|11:27 am]
|[||song on the wind
|||||Realisation - A good mile and a half||]|
i like text messaging. it's dangerouse. message me bitches. firstname.lastname@example.org
oh, and for some reason i can't message james's work e-mail, only his harvard. it would be just like verizon to make it so i can't e-mail any other telecomunications company from their phone...
oh... completely un-realated... as always...
Nchanter X: you were the one who told me to call you, you know
Gerrard Turill: I know
Gerrard Turill: I'm not in any way attempting to avoid you
Gerrard Turill: massive overload of stuff to do
Nchanter X: i understand
Nchanter X: but you need to make time for the important stuff
Nchanter X: and honey, i AM the important stuff