jamin is my friend from nac. he's the one on the right. we've begun to write each other in sarcastic, rhyming poetry. this stuff is too good to go unnoticed. im pretty sure we are the the cleverest people you will ever meet.
(the letters go in sequence by time, and please note that much of this is far-fetched and solely good humor)
jamin: what is a day in the life of Lauren like at this time?
me: a day in the life of lorena..i wake up but dont put on make up. i take the subte to shcool only to drool. i sit in class without smoking grass. i eat lunch, and sometimes brunch. i explore the city while looking pretty. i read and i write to stay out of fights. and today, today i search for a violin, only to make me a kin.
jamin: i hope you have the power to take a shower. please don't drool like a fool. smoking grass will get your ass in trouble fast.
jamin: I was sitting in my chair, giving the screen a blank stare, then I thought about you senorita, all the way down in Argentina, I thought to myself, “I wonder who she’s doing? What all things has she been smoking?”, and then I decided to write you this message, and i hope your response doesn’t contain many words of presage. Well things are pretty good here in nac, as I sit on my porch out back, I’m feeling a little sleepy, because last night we had a visitor that’s a little creepy, his name was Gay, but he wasn’t here to stay, I’m sure you would have liked to see him, he drank grape smirnoffs until his eyes were dim, but your in argentina where they make sopapillas(I assume). I hope you found some aboriginal friends, that are down with the latest Argentinean trends, I guess I should be productive, but I’m better at being seductive(bahaha), now I really should go read, oh and try not to smoke too much weed. Adios amiga.
me: so ive tried five times to write you back, but have only found that my creativity was on a different track. but when i found the train that had your lovely name, i thought to myself, ´´ókay, this might not be so lame.´´ ive been missin me some Ben-ha-mIn, so maybe when i get back we can make ourselves a little Justine. it makes me happy to know im in your mind, kinda makes me believe that youre somewhat kind, too, i was impressed to find that your poetry rhymed. right now theres yelling in my ear from a host mom who, at first glance, can instill great fear. because of that ive reverted to crack...okay, not really, but Mary has found her way to the ´´end of the world´´ only to notice that my lungs have already curled. she is not somebody who i care to accompany me, much less is she something that sets me free. i forgot i have to be somewhere, so this may have to wait but i figured what i already have is good-enough bait. i will await for you my dear, so please, please dont shed a tear. until then..
me: when you hear the chime that means its story time. this time the story is not so sweet and thats mostly becasue i have been beat. i went to the west in search of my left breast. okay, not really, im just being silly. but i was kneeling down and my purse was on the ground. i was stuffing my bag in a locker, only to look down and and scream "focker!!" my things were gone and probably headed to the nearest pawn. i lost my money, camera, music, and keys, and now my pride feels like its been stung by a million bees. beyond that tragic event, this weekend was a time well spent. we went to the Andes in search of quiettude, and after a few days i realized i smelled like a dude. we hiked, played, and camped, and this time youd be proud for i didnt not resemble a tramp. my sexual drive has been shut down, which surprisingly has made me do anything but frown. we should probably move on because im afraid this subject might make me feel like half of me is gone...so i was telling my friend roger stories about you, and because there are so many i began refering to you as my "clever little bennie-boo." i told him how you and i write rhyming lines and that our ingeniousness kinda makes us look like we're committing crimes. i told him about my dog and how her head still seems to be in a fog. i told him how you bought samantha the coolest gift of a blow-dart gun, and how i shot at you to watch you run. i told him we climb trees, and have yet to get stung by bees. i told him about my desires to date, but how we saw no difference because we already mate. then finally i told him that you sometimes bail hay, only to give off the impression that youre not gay. MUUUUUUAHAHAHAHAHAH
jamin: thats impressive... be ready for my response
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