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Friday, December 12, 2003

(in my best tgs voice): weirded out!!

oh my god. so kaaait found this blog. and it's like. half of it is boron entries stole verbatim, except with names changed. like, i am now "maggie" and del is "talia" and talia.. isn't in any of the ones she stole. she also stole stuff from megan's blog, but megan is also "maggie". and.. wait, i think.. i think stuart davis became "curtis". but.. i think curtis is also still curtis, because there are some random refences to other rent cast members... and then sometimes there's stuff that's not from me or from megan, it's just like... "maggie" talking about her life with "curtis" and as an actress i think... oh my god, it's fucked up.

some highlights:

sidenotes: curtis was in such a "let's humor maggie" mood tonight. seriously. dunno what the deal was with that, but i'm not complaining. also, he promised puppies to anyone who came to the carolines and cutting room shows. and as initiative to sign up for the mailing list. "if you can't pick up your puppy this weekend, we'll mail it to you!"


this following a stuart setlist. uh. and also a direct quote from megan, talking about a stu show.


talia: and jesse and i were talking about bl-arrr-som, b-arrr-bles, and b-arrr-ttercup
talia: and i was explaining it to trina
me: ha ha ha
talia: and i accidentally called them the piratepuff girls!
me: *SO AMUSED*
me: this merits use of capital letters!


wait. trina? um. that was definitely an im between me and del, with me being "me" and "talia" being del.. and then.. trina was... aah!

and then there's stuff like...


i talked to curtis. for like a million hours. we had a fight [not that anybody should be surprised on that one] and then we just started talking and got around to talking about the bennies [made me cry. damn bennies.] and then about random things. and then. we started talking about iowa city...and the night it had rained. [um so this was also the night we kissed for the first time.] anyhow, he showed me what he had written about that night. he put it in story form. o-m-g. it is so amazing. and he had NEVER showed me before because he thought i would think it was stupid. well. no. it was NOT stupid at all. i want everybody to read it!


not mine, not megan's.

... i'll end this with a conversation between me and kait, who, for some reason, is still called kait. because, it still cracks me up, even after it was stolen by scary weird girl.


yeah. silly maggie. oooh well. i'm pretty sure i did. and if not, well.. then i'm just a mron. (i tried to type moron like, 3 times, and then i just gave up.)
kait: Hehehe.. ::is amused:: I thought that said mormon and I was like, "Hm... Maggie's a mormon...oh wait, moron... no, mron..."
me: *nodnod* i'm a mormon mron. wanna be one of my wives?
kait: Sure!
me: woot!
kait: ::goes around making bread and not drinking or smoking::
me: don't forget makin' babies!
kait: mm, babies
kait: ::makes some babies:: Nothing like the smell of fresh babies in the morning.
me: especially cinnamon babies


man. here's the link if you want to stare in confusion for awhile or anything. (and hey weird girl, if you're still reading this... man, you're weird.)

posted by ~renata~ at 3:32 PM
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