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Our love can withstand ruination. And the love of others. It's everlasting. Plus, I hear you cook.

I dunno. I hear it's cold there in November.

That's funny. My dentist's hygienist told me the same thing, right before she spent an hour working me over like a stool pigeon. And I didn't even get a toothbrush out of it. I feel so violated.

I'll accept your friendship, but on moral grounds I cannot accept your toothbrush. I have too much respect for the bond between a woman and her hygienist to put myself in such a situation.

Oh, he gets pretty melty sometimes. I'm probably not supposed to talk about it, though.

I remember a bit back, some months or weeks ago, when you mentioned further streamlining your life. I don't know if you ever unloaded the brass Hindi(?) statue to which you were refering then, but you are still, doubtless, one of the most content people I have ever known. And, that's pretty damn cool.

Then your Hell is a scary, scary place. Never take me there.

Go to hell.

A long commute, but oh what a ride.

Look, it's either The Light Bringer or Ms. Awesome. Pick one.

I'd go with Keri Krawsome

alliteration is my friend.

I forgot to mention it, but New York, even on a cold day, smells like garbage. It's just one of the things you have to either let slide or let it force you into moving.

Occasionally, while readindg your profile, I think we will meet on the field of battle, and our only weapons will be mixtapes from England and the various parts of the commonwealth that remain.

Hahaha! And here I was, thinking that I was the only one weird enough to name their pet Crunchy! Maybe that's my calling in life, to search the world over for all of the different Crunchies that exist and then totally explode them...er...I mean exploit...totally exploit them...

So, um, I've never heard Shihad. What are they like?

Harm? Who said anything about harm?

Of course you made your own pesto and noodles. I took that as a given.

Can you open a school of productivity? I'd pay, like, twelve-hundred pints of Guinness and, uh...something else. Then again, I could just pay POEE to whack me with a stick every time I began to stagnate. That would work too. (Hell, he do it for free.)

BTW: Dave "I have time for you now" Roommate is due to resurrect me laptop tomorrow. "Amen, bangerang and woo-ah" is all I have to say about that. If all goes well, I think I'll treat myself to a vanilla milkshake.

There's that new liquid skin stuff you can put over cuts.. heals stuff up real fast.

Field medics' savior, really. Works better than duct tape or gauze for clean cuts.

Oh, mine as well. Like I said, it's just an observation of mine. I think by now you're fairly familiar with some of the oddities that come out of my head.

Just because this is as bad as it gets doesn't mean it has to be bad. Does that make sense?

Okay, good. I wasn't sure if I was being as clear as I could.