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sab ([personal profile] sab) wrote2002-05-19 09:05 pm

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(they said: "drive north. Go to Canada.")

and of course I'm weaker when I'm sick, and weaker still when I'm having surgery, but I think, this week, I'm just going to wait it out in my bunker with my Percoset.

I don't want to hear that more attacks against the US are "a certainty." I'm not taking a political stance -- I'm never taking a political stance -- I simply don't want to hear it. New York magazine said American Jews had to sort of beg out from political arguments. which isn't true, and any good left-minded liberal knows where she stands in wartime in the name of peace. But I'm gonna beg out now, because I've got a cold and my throat hurts and I've got cousins in Israel and there's Galia and I'm not sure my voice does anything, whimpering this way.

I'm just saying that the ER finale wasn't funny at all, but I'm okay, just coughing and sneezing and gearing up for another summer in New York.
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[identity profile] therealjae.livejournal.com 2002-05-19 07:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, all I can say is that if you do go to Canada, you know where to go. 'Cause I told you eight months ago that you were welcome, and I meant it then and I still mean it now. I'm just saying.

-J

[identity profile] furies.livejournal.com 2002-05-19 10:33 pm (UTC)(link)
my dad said, i'm glad you're home. and i thought, i thought, now that i've left, how hard it will be to go back.

i couldn't watch ER. i refused to watch. drank vodka instead. and i'll crawl into a current events hole and plug my ears.

just wanted to say, love. and the kings lost to the lakers and the nets are beating the celtics, and no one here knows who little eric snow is. thinking of you. and your slanted room. and when the windows are rolled down, it will be all you and george, and not breathing through sleeves. say hello to duende for me, and we'll find the mash reunion somehow.

[identity profile] pene.livejournal.com 2002-05-20 12:17 am (UTC)(link)
tiny kitten, I don't know what a Percoset is. and I'm sorry that I forget, sometimes, how you and I look at things with whole different eyes. cause we suit too well and.. and I'm sorry that I didn't say "you watched it?"

you know where I am and I'll feed you more liquids next weekend. and hug you through the stitches.

millions of kisses. talk to you in the morning.