By the way, I still have books and photos for you. Where are you living now? Perhaps I can drop the stuff off. Or maybe we can meet up. But since the meeting up hasn't happened in most of last year, maybe I'll have better luck putting a plastic bag on your door, knocking, and you'll just answer then we can catch up.
sheesh...couldn't you at least pick one where it looked like ONE of us was enjoying ourselves? It looks like a damn chore in this picture, and everyone has to know we went on to fuck like rabbits.
Fight Club? Um, er... heh heh... You never lent me Fight Club. *wink wink* Yeah, or, uh, it's in storage now.
Okay, it isn't. I specifically left out a bag with your name on it and your items in it. Darn, I'd really hoped you would forget about Fight Club.
Belated Christmas gift??
So I don't remember how to get to your apartment within the complex. Is Becky still there? Man, I haven't talked to her in a while. Maybe we could have one grand reunion. Perhaps at My Place? Or maybe Panera.
I'll try to call you soon. If you don't hear from me, go ahead and call back. (My phone is on! Hurray! Same number, too!) Please call after 7 p.m., though. I'm certain I've racked up a gagillion minutes just since my house was burglarized last week or whenever it was.
By the way, I still have books and photos for you. Where are you living now? Perhaps I can drop the stuff off. Or maybe we can meet up. But since the meeting up hasn't happened in most of last year, maybe I'll have better luck putting a plastic bag on your door, knocking, and you'll just answer then we can catch up.
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I swear, give a man a girl and he'll forget about everyone!
Let's see him forget this:
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Look it's RIGHT THERE!
God those poor boxers, hahaha.
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Gimmie a call, we can meet up for coffee sometime. I miss Fight Club. =(
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Okay, it isn't. I specifically left out a bag with your name on it and your items in it. Darn, I'd really hoped you would forget about Fight Club.
Belated Christmas gift??
So I don't remember how to get to your apartment within the complex. Is Becky still there? Man, I haven't talked to her in a while. Maybe we could have one grand reunion. Perhaps at My Place? Or maybe Panera.
I'll try to call you soon. If you don't hear from me, go ahead and call back. (My phone is on! Hurray! Same number, too!) Please call after 7 p.m., though. I'm certain I've racked up a gagillion minutes just since my house was burglarized last week or whenever it was.
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