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[valancystirling]

We were half planning to go to Boston this weekend but decided not to this morning. After much deliberation, and the idea that we have to go somewhere! we got online and looked up stuff to do around Ithaca. We briefly entertained the notion of going to Montreal, then NYC, then Ohio, then Philadelphia, then Scranton. But our default is always Ithaca. So Jake came across this placed called the Book Barn, near Ithaca, that has something like 125,000 rare, new and used books. That's exactly the type of thing we drive absurd distances for.

It was cool. I got a couple of obscure knitting books that I'm simply delighted to have found, and Jake got a book all about building barns and chicken houses and stuff. GOOD TIMES.

My pants have seriously gotten too big. They're literally falling off of me. I don't even have to unbutton them to take them off. So today, after giving the entire Borders cafe a lovely view of my skivvies, I went to Old Navy and got a new pair of pants. Blue. I like blue. And they're two sizes smaller and don't fall off. I like that in a pair of pants.

I'm giving way too much serious thought to exactly what kind of square I'm going to make for Shawn. There are just so many possibilities.

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[liveshawn.livejournal.com]

I was considering calling you today but I got das uberbusy. Sorry. I know that that phone call was all you gots in life.

Oh, and I don't want to call you TOO often; otherwise, it might come to be expected and whatnot!

[liveshawn.livejournal.com]

Fuck! I just read your entry again, and you know what?

You're my fucking hero.

That, and it's THREE AYE-EMM. I am going to bed. You can't stand in the way of my dreams any longer, woman!

[valancystirling.livejournal.com]

My life has been empty and meaningless since you haven't called me. I sit here, waiting, watching the phone, but alas, only my mother calls. Call anytime. Jake likes it when I'm not bugging him.