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hardly strictly bluesgrass. we went. it was freezing. we were butt sweaty hot in oakland and icy nipple cold in the city. fuck. we saw bonnie prince something or other with kevin and john. then we met up with the great, peter fyfe. and sway danced and ate burritos. greatness. then! we went back to kevin's house. and i got to sleep in someone's room who was out of town. and i left tiny creepy little notes in tiny creepy little places for him to find later... PROOF.

i taped sicko to the bottom of The Bed Lotion, and pervert on the table underneath it.

stop starring at me, behind the mirror.

ya blew it! and if you leave me, ill kill myself

there were more, but i got bored of snapping photos.

i cant wait till he comes home and finds them.. or EVEN BETTER! if his girlfriend finds them... i mean, i'll never know about it. but a girl can dream, cant she?