I like reading journals, but it would be even cooler if I had a voice to attach to those words. So any of you out there that have journals, sound recorders, and email capabilities, will you please record a little message for me and send it over to VasoFever @ aol. com, but without the spaces. Gotta avoid those robots.
Oh, and the following people are exempt from this because I've heard their voice one way or another, but if they want to do it to kill the time, they are welcome to: Johanna, Dan, Heather, Dustin, Rae, Veronica, Judy Mayfair, Lindsay, Arik, Chris, Erin (though I lost the clip where you laughed at pop came out your nose :( aww), Richard, Mya, Brynna, Christelle, Josh, Jennifer, Trent, Andrea, and Jessica.
If you can't think of anything to say, say this:
"Wait! Who's that guy just hanging at your pad? He's lookin' kinda buffed, yeah, you broke up, that's your bad. I guess it's fair if he always pays the rent, and he doesn't get bent about sleepin' on the couch when I'm there..."
or, if you are opposed to quoting the Dandy Warhols:
"Right now, he's drunk. George. And he's called you. Talking about how he spent twenty of his hard-earned bucks buying hallucinogenic mushrooms. Talking to you about how pistachios are representative of all things, including the difference between love-making and pornography."
Don't forget, if you do this mission to put "Pollytrance Homework Assignment" in the subject line, and to name the .wav file something obscene.
Thank you to anyone who actually does this.