jpaul256

I long ago aspired to someday be scum, recognizing it early on as the most practical way that I might rise to the top. I've done rather a lot of wishing for luck on your behalf and buoyed by the success that I apparently have had, I'm feeling more inspired and ready to consolidate my power by sweeping aside some of the other scum. Victory is sweet and I can smell it, or something anyway.

My ex had a capacity for generating demented passion that seemed not to require much in the way of an external stimulus and while I do have to admit to treating her well, I don't think it affected the outcome beyond making her a little more tenacious. Having learned such a painful lesson, I enrolled in a course at the local pool hall to learn proper crude and callous male behavior in an effort to attract someone more normal. (Burp)

What're you lookin' at!?

How'm I doin'?

I'll put it on the list. If you feel so inclined, I would love to know about said erroneous conclusions, but don't feel obligated.

Every day I think of you and hope that you get the best news possible. Your comment about the silver linings is the best advice for us all, but not always quickly or easily implemented with serenity.

Judge not lest ye be judged? It's wonderfully funny, but perhaps somewhat less so since they are actually entrusted with running the place. My dad was just threatened with eviction over non-payment of twenty-two dollars which the management had neglected ever to ask him for. They are sorry and have already exiled that property manager to the gulag, so it's a happy ending as long as one doesn't ponder the implications too much. If I can extract a property management moral from all of this, I will pass it on.

I hope you're doing OK, as you undoubtedly know, and that you're getting up to wild and crazy things, presumably in a properly mature and thoughtful fashion. Or not!

I guess I'm batting 500, and I'm therefore concluding that sometimes wishing does indeed make it so. I promise to keep at it.

There's nothing good that I haven't wished for you every five minutes! When you called me I was not expecting to be surprised by what a remarkable man you are, but I can certainly tell you that it seems very reasonable to me that your ex-students are devoted to you and seek the pleasure of your company. I certainly feel blessed to know you and I assure you that I'm not nice enough to make this stuff up, but I've sworn allegiance to the truth and it has served me well. Thank you for writing this, old boy.

Well damn. That has some suck to it.

That's sounds dreadful; I hope there's something they can do. I feel terrible that you have to go through this, Paul. Nobody deserves that kind of trouble, most especially you. I'll wait even more nervously for news henceforth and check more often.

You're always on my mind, old man.

Not the news I would have wished for from you. I'm glad there won't be long delay waiting for treatment and I hope you will be well very soon. You're a very fine fellow and I think of you often and I'll look forward to learning how you are. Good luck old man.