February 12
 

Note: At this point, most purple thing about me was my skin...
 
 

This entry is going to make me sound completely Pope obsessed, but yesterday we helped Robio move his stuff from Connecticut to Brooklyn, where he's living now.  (Bet you didn't know that, did you?  Seeing as how I've not been out with R. when he's been at his drunken best recently, there have been no new tales to tell, other than the fact that he took a job in New York making a bunch of money and is paying an obscene amount to live in a house with a couple of mostly strangers, in a house that's about as wide as my bathroom.  IN BROOKLYN.  Hah!)  In any case, when we were driving, maybe lost in Queens, maybe not, he reminded me of an ICQ conversation we had a few weeks ago, about, funnily enough, The Pope.  Lest you think I actually do any work at all during the day, here it is, for your reading pleasure (edited only for spelling, because you'd all think Robio was retarded if I left it as it was) :

(A Robio visual, for those who've forgotten.  Coincidentally, this photograph was taken at Picachu Plaza in New Jersey, last year, though we also went yesterday after dropping off his stuff.  Envy my wacky Japanese products!)
 

Robio:  Hey there baby
Dana:   How you doing?
Robio:  k   and you?
Dana:   Pretty good, pretty good.
Robio:  so you're feeling better then?? that's good
Dana:  Yeah, Im okay today.
Robio:  good,  cause when dana's sick the whole world cries  except jesus
Dana:   I know, it's sad.  People sent me flowers and  stuff.  I was touched.  When Bon Jovi stopped  by, just to make sure I was okay, I thought I   was dying!
Robio:  no pope bet the cell service was the reason why he  didn't phone
Dana:   He sent me a telegraph
Robio:  nice guy that pope
Dana:   He is, I wrote him back telling him to reconsider about the birth control thing..
Robio:  the pope's cool he might change you know he got that sister prego before and did the holy punch to fix her wagon
Dana:  I remember reading about that..
Robio: the pope knows how to treat a woman
Dana: He gave me some good lovin'
Robio: Damn you lucky girl; you know you're going to heaven now for servicing a messenger of god
Dana:  I know, he promised
Robio: Oh yeah real upstanding guy
Dana:  In more ways than one, if you know what I mean!
Robio: He hehe
Robio: http://www.adcritic.com/content/peta-singing-cws.html
Dana:  http://www.ultranet.com/%7Emari/
Robio:  cool jesus is way cool
Dana:  Like you'd have to tell me that twice..
Robio:  no way water into wine sand into coke
Robio:    "Hey! Hey! We're not monkeys!
               Never drank primordial soup!
              We're the folks God created
               Not an evolutional fluke!"
Dana:  Heh
Robio:  really bad lyrics
Dana: Yeah, they suck!
Robio:  I only looked at one and it did major
Dana:        "In your mind if there's a question
                    About where you'll eternally dwell
                    Now's the time to consider
                    The alternative to Hell"
Robio:   really good
Dana:   This is my new favorite page.
Robio:  not mine
Dana:   Well, that the hell do you know?  You don't  love The Lord the way  i do!
Robio:  I guess not.  Man your are way cooler
Dana:   I know! Remember, I have an in with the pope.  I've seen his holy staff..
Robio:  Wow!   how's the staff??
Dana:  It was mighty
Robio:   Hallelujah!
 
 

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I'm aching for you baby
I can't pretend I'm not
I need to see you naked
In your body and your thought
I've got you like a habit
And I'll never get enough
There ain't no cure,
There ain't no cure,
There ain't no cure for love