Happy Mother's Day
To the first one, and to us little demimères, the best we know how.
The sex talk is ongoing and everything always involves all of us, Taravitch. I think Tess and I tend toward the same attitude (as in, I want it, I need it) for different reasons, whereas you've always been in sort of in the 'eh, sure' sort of category. Our behavior is markedly similar, though. That's odd.
My address for now is 6120 S. Ellis Avenue, #3S, Chicago, IL 60637. If any international spies are reading this, feel free to send cash donations and/or illegal substances.
I'm hurting just now. My head aches, I've been working all day waiting on evil mothers and their bratty little children, and I have a midterm due tomorrow that I can't quite bring myself to care about. I'm really horribly apathetic about school lately. Hard not to be, when you're as good as done.
I come home June 1st. Be around, be my girls for a bit, for I miss you dearly, and I think some general petting of all and sundry is in order. Also, I am attempting to interview with Kaiser Permanente. Rock. The money issues, they continue - I'm sorry for the shoddy job, Tess. I know you don't know really what you want to do as yet, but can we play with this a little bit? Can we send you out to meet cool people that you might like, even if you don't like the jobs they have, just to, you know, get in the mind of the thing? I know an awesome lady whose job you would hate (she's a financial analyst) but she herself is a rockin' cool Zen aikido master with this thing for feeding her ducks on time. Eh? Eh? Does that not sound like the name of awesome? Yes it does. And every time I talk to her I get all excited and start thinking of wild and crazy things I could do for a living and she'll go - well, actually, there's this and that person you could talk to . . . and she'll introduce you to them. I went wandering around Rome with a bunch of her friends. She's kind of like Charlotta, but . . . a financial analyst. You know.
Must to continue procrastination for midterm.
Tara. I am buying you new shoes for your wedding. Not for the wedding, you understand. For the pavement afterward. Or maybe for the wedding. That dress covers 'em, yeah?
Must . . . eat . . . Thai food.
Love.
The sex talk is ongoing and everything always involves all of us, Taravitch. I think Tess and I tend toward the same attitude (as in, I want it, I need it) for different reasons, whereas you've always been in sort of in the 'eh, sure' sort of category. Our behavior is markedly similar, though. That's odd.
My address for now is 6120 S. Ellis Avenue, #3S, Chicago, IL 60637. If any international spies are reading this, feel free to send cash donations and/or illegal substances.
I'm hurting just now. My head aches, I've been working all day waiting on evil mothers and their bratty little children, and I have a midterm due tomorrow that I can't quite bring myself to care about. I'm really horribly apathetic about school lately. Hard not to be, when you're as good as done.
I come home June 1st. Be around, be my girls for a bit, for I miss you dearly, and I think some general petting of all and sundry is in order. Also, I am attempting to interview with Kaiser Permanente. Rock. The money issues, they continue - I'm sorry for the shoddy job, Tess. I know you don't know really what you want to do as yet, but can we play with this a little bit? Can we send you out to meet cool people that you might like, even if you don't like the jobs they have, just to, you know, get in the mind of the thing? I know an awesome lady whose job you would hate (she's a financial analyst) but she herself is a rockin' cool Zen aikido master with this thing for feeding her ducks on time. Eh? Eh? Does that not sound like the name of awesome? Yes it does. And every time I talk to her I get all excited and start thinking of wild and crazy things I could do for a living and she'll go - well, actually, there's this and that person you could talk to . . . and she'll introduce you to them. I went wandering around Rome with a bunch of her friends. She's kind of like Charlotta, but . . . a financial analyst. You know.
Must to continue procrastination for midterm.
Tara. I am buying you new shoes for your wedding. Not for the wedding, you understand. For the pavement afterward. Or maybe for the wedding. That dress covers 'em, yeah?
Must . . . eat . . . Thai food.
Love.
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