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I have never been as afraid of the future as I have been in the past 3 days.
To double major or not to double major. Why should I live in Irvine any longer than I have to? I don't think I would be a very happy Scarlett if I decided to stay behind the Orange Curtain longer than necessary. But then what does that mean? Does that mean San Francisco, New York, or London? Does that mean join the Peace Corps? Yea, we all talk about doing the Peace Corps. Like that's going to happen.  Personally, I don't think I would last. I'd probably die within at least the first 2 months. I mean I did Girl Scouts but wtf did that teach me? I can hawk Thin Mints and Samoas (my favorite) with the best of them. I can make ants on a log and those turkey pinecone things better than you can...jesus christ, did I learn anything useful in Girl Scouts? whatever. point is, my future is screwed. (mental note: find brownie uniform for halloween next year)

on a MUCH more important note.

R.I.P. Mr. Bear

It was not even two years ago that I first saw you sitting on the discount shelf at FAO Schwartz. It was the kind of cliched love at first sight moment that others can only dream of, except that you were a bear and I was a human. But I saw so much love in those beady little sewn on eyes of yours. You've been so good to me. Especially on flights from New York to John Wayne Airport and then Toulouse to Paris to London to LAX when pillows were scarce. Oh, and remember that one time Cory molested you? Yea, I'm sorry that ever happened...so is Cory. Enfin, thank you for sacrificing yourself to the cause of Halloween and to the cause of me being a 5 year old boy. It was a good Halloween and hopefully your future Halloweens will be just as great in teddy bear heaven.

Now who the hell am I going to spoon?

Comments

[paupau]

*tear* i'm sad Mr.Bear is gone...how am i going to break the horrible news to Mr.Nanou??? Oh and btw you forgot to mention the great friendship those 2 had during our halloween & 80s party! You know, in the closet?!
Also on another note...Scar, you're smart and always end up making the right choice in the end. I suggest take each day as it comes, and the answers will show up right in front of your eyes...
i'll spoon with you! you just gotta wait one month and 5 days...(remember Toulouse and those cold winter nights? well we can have those great *bed* moments all over again...HAHA)
BISOUS

[paupau_2]

how about you start posting some pics too??? PLEASE!

[kathlynnnnn]

I WILL BE YOUR SPOON.

ps - payment in the form of alcooool.
pps - specifically, boone's farm.
ppps - what??

[ur bf]

sigh. i can't believe u sacrificed mr. bear to the drunken halloween gods. when we move to england i'll make sure that never happens again. blah blah insert clever comment here...witty banter...funny prose...ok too drunk to think. i hope your mom doesn't read this and write me off as a heathen before i meet her and we become best friends. i got yelled at on campus by a jesus crony for not accepting jesus christ as my lord savior. i told him to rot in hell...i found it appropriate. ok gonna pass out now. ttyl byeeeeeeeee lova'

[viiiiiica]

SAN FRANCISCO, move here! you have evry reason to in the world, and that reason is me. Love you Harry Potter spice.

[paupau3]

wait wait wait!!!
ok, then i just think you and Vica should move to france with ME...if the reason for you to move SF is Vica (which i think is a good one...)But why not be all together if we can choose?! We could move to like a nice tropical island and drink *Tropical Icebergs* or *Screaming Orgasims* all night long! Dance the day away and tan hour after hour!!! Oh what a life that would be???
Well, i guess we can have a dream...and right now mine is of our time in NY, with our great big loft somewhere in Manhattan (don't ask me how we'll pay for that, cause i have NO clue) And there we can have the little kitty, oh and how fun will it be to be able to just gossip, while getting over our hangover from the night before...
HAHA, i'm getting way over my head! time for sleep, and dreaming a little more...BISOUS