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Boxes of Sweeties.

Jun. 23rd, 2009 | 05:02 pm

I like packing my stuff away. Each box is one box closer to getting the fuck out of this house.

Jessi and I have decided to write Maxwell one letter a week. We are collaborating. Jessi draws him a comic about something funny that has happened while he has been away, while I draft a story web for The Misadventures of People Living Without Max. It's a dramatic saga depicting, well, life without Max.

So far,

With Max's departure, Tobin is the reigning king of Poon de Starbucks;

Melissa finds a drawer devoted to pictures of Max in her married cousin's house, with "Mrs. Law," and "I love Judd" written in lipstick;

Jessi is knocked up;

All the ladies generally spend their time sitting in the back room and talking about how big Max's muscles must be getting. 

Basically, it's a pick-me-up sort of thing, because being in the Army fucking sucks. If I was in the army, I would enjoy the idea of two close friends spending a couple hours a week trying to brighten my day with cartoons and made-up stories. 

Yep. The end.

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from: designnotchance
date: Jun. 24th, 2009 02:00 pm (UTC)

Am I Jessi's babydaddy?!

Being in the Army doesn't only suck. It's also fucking stupid.

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