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a few notes in the emailbox today lighten the mood and bring me outta a winter headin for the rocks. man, i hate winter. cold hands, remember.

like leather tuscadero walkin onto the set of happy days, these lil love notes come with eerily perfect timing:

"Met the Warewolf yesterday night.... Great nostalgia of you for both of us."
--marco

and

"Smile alot today, you're gorgeous when you smile."
--pete

i haven't seen or spoken to either "the Warewolf" (formative former) or stinkyfeetpete (sigh) in what, 3, 4 years? both made me laugh and cry and stay up late--for different reasons. and you'll never catch me in a million years callin myself a raging beauty queen--well, except maybe on the day of nick's wedding. but that was outrageous. just too quirky and careless and, well, not made that way. what does make a beauty queen anyway? jean benet ramsey was headin that way now warn't she? but really, that's not the point. the point is... this life... which is just a wild and crazy and beautiful hoot filled to its stratosphere with losses and founds.

speaking of (con)founds--i got another lil love note since i started writing this. "chrismass is lookin...up.