Maybe I'm just like my mother, she's never satisfied
So I was cleaning out an old purse today, and I stumbled upon a rather harmless looking piece of folded paper. I tentatively unfolded it, expecting it to be a makeshift gum wrapper or something of the like. But oh, how wrong I was. Inscribed on this piece of paper was a series of notes passed between ma and Miss Dana during Ms. Petric's calculus class last year. Dana begins the conversation, and each paragraph alternates authors after that.
dear brenna,
you are like a fresh spring rain after it has just blown up. whose car should we take to the plaza? I only need to go to Gap, it should not take long.
darling Dana,
my sweet, sweet rose (that has been covered with shit) it matters not to me which car we take. I only need earrings, which I should be able to find at Claire's. I shall also be swift.
apple to my raspberry,
we can take my car (after nails you can leave yours at my apartment, if you like). i'm looking to buy a few of the skirts shown in the commercial. I will ALWAYS be your honeydew.
oh my sweet pork loin,
your suggestion is most satisfactory, how ARE you so brilliant, you tender, salty mass of meat?
yours,
Olive loaf
EAT YOUR OWN FEET
I <3...
Animal dogs. can I eat YOUR feet? I look forward to it, Pedro.
What is your favorite cheese?
there are so many to choose,
mine is brie
a poem, by DK
Cheese, sweet cheese.
also a poem, by B.R., from her book: Recollections of a Sheepdog
"ah yes, and how could I forget, the blowing of the wind that smelled so sweet of sewage, whilst I hammered on away. this memory will never leave me."
-an excerpt of DK's memoirs, "Hay, and what it does to me"
I miss you Dana! And all the rest of you crazies. *tear* Vomits at own stupidity.
dear brenna,
you are like a fresh spring rain after it has just blown up. whose car should we take to the plaza? I only need to go to Gap, it should not take long.
darling Dana,
my sweet, sweet rose (that has been covered with shit) it matters not to me which car we take. I only need earrings, which I should be able to find at Claire's. I shall also be swift.
apple to my raspberry,
we can take my car (after nails you can leave yours at my apartment, if you like). i'm looking to buy a few of the skirts shown in the commercial. I will ALWAYS be your honeydew.
oh my sweet pork loin,
your suggestion is most satisfactory, how ARE you so brilliant, you tender, salty mass of meat?
yours,
Olive loaf
EAT YOUR OWN FEET
I <3...
Animal dogs. can I eat YOUR feet? I look forward to it, Pedro.
What is your favorite cheese?
there are so many to choose,
mine is brie
a poem, by DK
Cheese, sweet cheese.
also a poem, by B.R., from her book: Recollections of a Sheepdog
"ah yes, and how could I forget, the blowing of the wind that smelled so sweet of sewage, whilst I hammered on away. this memory will never leave me."
-an excerpt of DK's memoirs, "Hay, and what it does to me"
I miss you Dana! And all the rest of you crazies. *tear* Vomits at own stupidity.