Hit me up through my profile, and I'll lace you with tracks from Mike Relm, the DJ who owned the party last Friday night. I've got his Christmas Special CD, and phasers are set to "distribute."
It's daaamn good. Hes a nice guy, too. Weve been corresponding a little bit since the show.
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As I write this, JJ, my most beloved man from Kansas is sleeping on my bed, and I couldnt be more content. Its really nice to see him relaxed and restinghes never slept well anyway, and the last few days have been hectic as hell for him. Its nice to see him so relaxed.
He flew in yesterday, and after eating (twice) and relaxing, we went and played with Puddin and Ellie Bean. Puddin is just now starting to walk, and shes able to manage confident 2 to 3-foot journeys before wiping out. Helene and I played, fought and wrestled as usual (shes a hard-fighting head-cracking princess), and now with her new mobility, Puddin can come toddle over and pounce on us. It was pretty damn fun.
It was also kind of profound to have these two normally unconnected circles of love come together in that room. Although Jesse knows Chris and Angie from KU, he had never met Helene or Emily Rose. Those girls love them some CK, and you would need theoretical space-alien conceptual math to even try to measure how much I love them.
The first thing that JJ said after we left was how much it was going to suck when Chris and Angie leave the city. Theyre talking about moving in either March or April, and Im going to be fu-hucked up about it. I dont want my family to go, but I understand and agree with their decision. SF is just too fucking expensive for families.
At night, JJ and I hooked up with our boy Rich, and the three of us laughed so much the workers at the restaurant were giving us that oh shit, who let the crazy people up in here look. Unfortunately for me, we were mostly laughing at my pathetic attempt to chat up this stuuuupid fine woman I met at the Laundromat. I said some really dumb stuff; she had me all twisted up and twitterpated. It was actually pretty funny in a going down in flames kind of way.
Theyre going to rescind my Player license, I think. Or put me on the Dept. of Homeland Security Do Not Spit Game List.
It's daaamn good. Hes a nice guy, too. Weve been corresponding a little bit since the show.
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As I write this, JJ, my most beloved man from Kansas is sleeping on my bed, and I couldnt be more content. Its really nice to see him relaxed and restinghes never slept well anyway, and the last few days have been hectic as hell for him. Its nice to see him so relaxed.
He flew in yesterday, and after eating (twice) and relaxing, we went and played with Puddin and Ellie Bean. Puddin is just now starting to walk, and shes able to manage confident 2 to 3-foot journeys before wiping out. Helene and I played, fought and wrestled as usual (shes a hard-fighting head-cracking princess), and now with her new mobility, Puddin can come toddle over and pounce on us. It was pretty damn fun.
It was also kind of profound to have these two normally unconnected circles of love come together in that room. Although Jesse knows Chris and Angie from KU, he had never met Helene or Emily Rose. Those girls love them some CK, and you would need theoretical space-alien conceptual math to even try to measure how much I love them.
The first thing that JJ said after we left was how much it was going to suck when Chris and Angie leave the city. Theyre talking about moving in either March or April, and Im going to be fu-hucked up about it. I dont want my family to go, but I understand and agree with their decision. SF is just too fucking expensive for families.
At night, JJ and I hooked up with our boy Rich, and the three of us laughed so much the workers at the restaurant were giving us that oh shit, who let the crazy people up in here look. Unfortunately for me, we were mostly laughing at my pathetic attempt to chat up this stuuuupid fine woman I met at the Laundromat. I said some really dumb stuff; she had me all twisted up and twitterpated. It was actually pretty funny in a going down in flames kind of way.
Theyre going to rescind my Player license, I think. Or put me on the Dept. of Homeland Security Do Not Spit Game List.
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endedben:
E'ery'ting is eery.
zaksmith:
actually, i start every conversation that way..