Alright ... I was thinking about you when I was walking home last night. Don't ask why ... the oddest things cross my mind at the oddest times. (No ... I'm not calling you odd .... well ... maybe ... but whatever.)
My point is this - out of pure interest to know you better and understand where you are coming from ... may I give you a lil homework assignment to do before you come to Toronto?
i am a chronicly bad typist and i'm o.c.D! about editing them. practically every message i've put on this site has that little edited date below. don't know if that sheds any light on anything, but i felt the need to comment because you seem neat and i wanted to be a part of what you were talking about.
Hey, I want to walk down the Isle with you! the Isle of Wight! Or perhaps the Isle of Man!
Sweetie you're still my perfect little girl!
Miss you...
--l*P
Wow! I'm in the middle of a root canal right now, as well. If they give you antibiotics prior to the root canal, expect it to suck ass extra hard. Also, if they give you antibiotics beforehand, take them, because ... well, you don't even want to hear about what'll happen if you get an infection. Let's just say that the foul stench and the viscous fluids are one of the nicer aspects of it.
I am getting so good at it though, I keep making excuses about going out and doing stuff because I want to spend more time with Tony & Carmela...it's kinda sad
It's old hat for me. I had great teeth up until I went to college. Six years and no visits to the dentist later, I may as well have been going to bed every night with a mouth full of peanut M&M, my teeth were in such bad shape.
This kid named Gabe stabbed me with a mechanical pencil in 5th grade because I called him a homo. That, and he was a complete psycho. I called him a homo because I caught him wiping a booger under his desk, and that's the first insult that came to mind. I'm pretty sure I didn't even know what it meant.
The ironic part is, it turns out these days he IS gay, so I feel a little bad for calling him that. Oh, but the point was, I cannot share in your joy regarding the mechanical pencils. But the mini patties, for sure.
The waiting must be driving you mad...but it's less than three weeks before you are up here again. I'm really looking forward to seeing you and FP, and we will have a great time.
You know ... I feel the same about myself. I am quite quiet ... I am more a listener than a chatter box. I pipe in when I have something of importance to say ... but not much else. I'm sadly not one for small talk ... I suck at it, so why even try?
I go for the meaningful conversation ... and those can even be the type where not much is verbally said, but A LOT is understood.
But anyways ... I have only one question ... but it might take a little while to do, hence why I give it to you before you leave for your trip to ... well ... here.
You wanna be a teacher ye say? Write me a history lesson ... written for whatever grade level you wish to teach ... teach me something and make it fun. Think of me completely as the age of the class you'd be teaching. Touch me on the inside and make me want to learn.
I'll explain why I ask this after we meet ... fair deal?
Yeah, good thing you're painfully lacking in the breast department because Tarping would ruin your soul. So come on out with your little boy chest and slide slide slippity slide.
number emailed. i hope to be getting obscene text messages.
So how's your retail job going? are you still at the same place? made any old ladies hit you with their cane yet?
Wow...the mail is quicker than I thought, but that's okay.
Those are two of my favourite books, and I'm quite certain that you will enjoy them. Perhaps we can discuss them when you get here. I can't believe that it's less than three weeks from now!
i swear i'm going to email you my number so that we can have text sex. yeaaaaah.