Is love an infection, or a sick addiction?...

May 20, 2006 13:16

Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.
Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

I'm coming home next weekend.

Pita Jungle and hugs for all! (But seriously, Grant, you promised me lunch. Not that Grant's the only one who can buy me food. I'm open to any and all people who would like to express their love for me in culinary form.)

So, IHOP on Friday? Party on Saturday?

This may be your last chance to see me before I get married.

I'm not serious, but really it could be.

Again, just messing around, but I hope it made you think about how much you miss me and how you're going to come. And if you don't come and you have a lame excuse like "working" or "hanging out with people who live in Arizona and I see al the time but think that I'd rather be with them than you and I'll just say that I already have plans and that will be a good enough excuse because Allyson just lives up in Utah," I will do something horrible. Like cry. Or delete you from my phone. Or from my myspace friends. I know that last one has you shaking in your computer chair, so stop shaking and start planning for an explosive weekend of me.

And, David, you should burn me Rx Bandits CDs thank you.
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