boobies are nice, but I'm not sure I'd even know what to do with them right now. I mainly want to break down, but I am completely incapable of it. I feel like the next hit will trigger the heart attack that my chest is constantly on the verge of, but hit after hit it's all just constant racing. Even in my sleep, it never lets up. a little over a year ago my best friend from my youth (a million years and several lifetimes ago) died from a heart attack. At the moment I'm getting impatient. I mean, c'mon? how much more would it really take?
I hope this finds you in fair spirits. I cannot believe you had the nerve to thank me for hanging out with you el otro dia. Wow, nobody does that. But I suppose you are welcome. And seeing as how you thanked me, I feel as if I should thank you, too. We should definitely follow the lead of Bailey's friends and get some mustaches tattooed on our fingers. it is quite the brilliant idea.
I hope this finds you in fair spirits. I cannot believe you had the nerve to thank me for hanging out with you el otro dia. Wow, nobody does that. But I suppose you are welcome. And seeing as how you thanked me, I feel as if I should thank you, too. We should definitely follow the lead of Bailey's friends and get some mustaches tattooed on our fingers. it is quite the brilliant idea.
ok, time too go...
I will prolly see you soon,
jan