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Tuesday, June 20, 2006

Sayonara Stuff

Okay, so I'm slow on the draw. I wrote this a few days ago and never posted it. Yay.

Yay, I have my own studio! It's like...exactly the same sort of studio as STEM (omg!) used to have. Except like...without all the equipment. And without STEM (omg!).
Okay. Not funny.
Starting again.

Today I got my first normal hug from STEM (omg!). Not that he hasn't hugged me before. To the contrary, he harrasses me with his hugs on a daily basis. But they're not real hugs. They're like...slimy...perverted hugs. Creepy hugs. This
is what he's doing when he's not trying to work his chin hairs onto my neck or carress my "love handles".
But TODAY! I got a nice hug. That's cause he's leaving.

I no longer have the privilege to live with STEM (omg!) anymore. I have no demi-god to make intercession for me.
I have become a normal human. When I go to Wordstock (seeing as it's just a matter of time), I won't be able to be the most popular one there because I live with STEM. Now all I am as his stupid sister. Rats.
Lucky Abner and Co. at the HCS. Don't rip him to shreds.

I wish I could write sentimental and loving things about Steve right here, but I can't; he absolutely forbade it before he left. He wanted me to just write "Steve is gone." or "Steve left." But I'm going to try to sneak in as much love as I can into this and post a picture o
f me and him, locked in a tender embrace, back in the day when I was more famous than he was.
m. I can't find a picture of the days when I was more famous than he was. But there were those days, I promise.
And by the way, I have all his equipment in boxes in the studio. I'm going to start auctioning everything off. Stay tuned.

RIP. My life is henceforth humorless.


Anonymous This blows! said...

I hate change. Miss you all. Gawd, I could just cry.

6/21/2006 10:08 AM  
Blogger sakana said...

nono nono nono. the studio is OURS!!!! look... it even has our guitars in and all :D

6/21/2006 3:46 PM  
Blogger Florence said...

oh god, slinky, talk about depressing.
to think that on up until now the studio held such TALENT.

6/21/2006 4:22 PM  
Blogger Warthogs Unite said...

THE Stem has left you?
The world is coming to an END!!!

6/22/2006 11:22 AM  
Blogger Joan said...

Ah! Older family members moving away. Ack, you feel like the oldest in your family now that theres no older sister/brother that yer living with anymore.
Come now florence, lets go "infiniloop" together.

P.S hee hee, Jonie taught me that word. did I use it right? Maaan, you guys are such ... "TURDS!" ... "omaly" "mrs. breathe" ....ack! no words!

6/23/2006 8:40 AM  
Blogger Florence said...

private things. private things.


6/23/2006 10:43 AM  

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