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Ach... ja... Manü, hast dus Weenie Roast angeschaut mit den Strokes?! Wo dem Julian die Verlobungskettedietotalkackeaussieht geklaut wird?
künsterlich auch sehr wertvoll und sehr zutreffend. hehe. und das mit den haaren macht nix, in wirklichkeit sind sie auch immer scheiße, also ists sehr realistisch.
Und ich hab sie gelesen. OH GOTT! ICH HAB SIE GELESEN! Nur eine. Egal. ICH WERDE ZUR SCHAUERIN! ICH WERDE ZUR SCHAUERIN! ICH BIN DIE SCHAUERIN! OH GOTT! OH GOTT! OH GOTT!
also, ich kann mir gar nicht vorstellen was man da groß schreiben soll. irgendwie seltsam. Hehe und vor allem der Almer ist gut getroffen... Aber immerhin ist er noch mit drauf. Nur die Kelly fehlt noch. Ich will net alles posten, weil ich keinen langweilen will....Are you there God? It’s me, Nikolai.
Wow. I feel kind of dumb. I never tried talking to you before. But I need some help, divine intervention maybe. So here goes... OK, it’s harder to ask than I thought. Maybe I should give you some background about myself, remind you of who I am. I hang out with my best buds, Fab and Albert. Fab's kind of hyper and Albert ... well he's Albert! Dresses cool and boasts a whole lot! There's this boy Julian. Words can't even describe him. I have this huge crush on him but he doesn't even know I exist. And why would he? See, Nick's also got a kind of crush on him - Nick is prettier than me and slimmer, with nice hair. What wouldn't I give to cut my hair in the same way but it’s too thick. I'd look like I was wearing some kind of helmet, godammit! Shit...sorry. Didn't mean to use your name. Anyways, I'm tired so I'll speak to you more tomorrow night.
Are you there God? Hi, yeah, its Nikolai again, remember?
I can't believe I'm praying before bedtime again, I guess I must be desperate! Anyways, today Fab and Bert and I all went to the mall. We looked in the music store - Fab always makes us look under S to check we're in there - before going to get some food. I couldn't believe when Fab said he'd invited Julian - maybe I'd get the courage to talk to him today. I got a Happy Meal (chicken nuggets and coke) with some shitty dog toy. We just sat down at the table when Julian walked in and went to the counter. His hair was messy, his shirt was open where a button had fallen off and his pants were dirty and torn. He was beautiful. He came and sat next to me. Bert starting kicking me under the table and Fab kept winking. I wish I'd never told them now.
Julian opened his Happy Meal container. "Oh fuck". He threw his hamburger on the floor. I wanted to ask what was wrong, to put my arm around those firm shoulders and comfort him. But I couldn't.
"What's up?" Fab asked. "I have every single `animal in my pocket' except the motherfucking dog. I just got the cat. I ALREADY HAVE THE SHITTY CAT" he yelled. Oh my god (sorry). I clutched the dog in my palm, feeling gratitude towards McDonalds I'd never felt before - not even when I won a competition colouring in Ronald McDonald when I was 6. If I gave Julian this dog, he would thank me. He would NOTICE me. Suddenly a dog dropped onto the table. It wasn't mine. "Hey Jules, you want this?" a voice asked. I looked up. Nick.
"Oh man. MAN!" Julian jumped up and hugged him. "It was nothing" Nick said modestly, batting his eyes. I don't know what I hated more, the round blue innocence of Nick's eyes or the mocking stare of the dog peering up at me from the table. God, tonight I ask one small favour - please, please may you cause every one of Nick Valensi's super long eyelashes to fall out. Thank you.
