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dear _______________,
while i wait for my laundry to wash and listen to shiksa goddess from The Last Five Years instead of studying for my kines midterm on friday or finishing my assignment for tom's class, i have just one question for you.
...ok, i had just one question for you, but now i have several. why are you not sitting here keeping me entertained or just chatting with me? i have a phone, so call it. that's what it's for! how are we supposed to become better friends if we don't ever talk? secondly, what's your favorite color? you can't know someone completely, whole-heartedly without knowing their favorite color. mine is blue. some days red and black squeak in there, but most every day it's blue. not sky blue, though. a deep, bold, royal blue. i'm not sure if i like blue because it's associated with boys, or just because it's the best color in the world. when we were babies, the blue they used to give us is definitely not the blue i would choose. i can just imagine us in our little pajamas with feet, lying there prostrate with no motor skills whatsoever. just a lump of mass taking up space. not able to play catch, or paint a picture, or sing a song, or even converse. yet this tiny little lump is something we cherish more than anything. if it could converse, i wonder what it would say. i imagine the first words out of a babies mouth would be something alond the lines of "wow these fingers taste amazing" or instead of just crying uncontrollably it would scream "change the fuckin diaper!" (because obviously a baby would have naughty vocabulary. it's just a given.) do you eventually want to go through that sleepless stage with midnight feedings, 2am feedings, 4am wake-ups calls form a crying baby, 7am feeding, midday nap, sharp objects/safety patrol (a 24/7 position), and even more crying? because i do. i love kids and want several of my own. i could probably compromise for just two, but i want more than one. siblings need to entertain each other. learn how to defend themselves against the real world by picking on each other. children are a must. i wouldn't mind being a stay-at-home dad. if you want a career, i will fully support you. you just have to find me to tell me. i'm still sitting here waiting.
-the writer of this letter
while i wait for my laundry to wash and listen to shiksa goddess from The Last Five Years instead of studying for my kines midterm on friday or finishing my assignment for tom's class, i have just one question for you.
...ok, i had just one question for you, but now i have several. why are you not sitting here keeping me entertained or just chatting with me? i have a phone, so call it. that's what it's for! how are we supposed to become better friends if we don't ever talk? secondly, what's your favorite color? you can't know someone completely, whole-heartedly without knowing their favorite color. mine is blue. some days red and black squeak in there, but most every day it's blue. not sky blue, though. a deep, bold, royal blue. i'm not sure if i like blue because it's associated with boys, or just because it's the best color in the world. when we were babies, the blue they used to give us is definitely not the blue i would choose. i can just imagine us in our little pajamas with feet, lying there prostrate with no motor skills whatsoever. just a lump of mass taking up space. not able to play catch, or paint a picture, or sing a song, or even converse. yet this tiny little lump is something we cherish more than anything. if it could converse, i wonder what it would say. i imagine the first words out of a babies mouth would be something alond the lines of "wow these fingers taste amazing" or instead of just crying uncontrollably it would scream "change the fuckin diaper!" (because obviously a baby would have naughty vocabulary. it's just a given.) do you eventually want to go through that sleepless stage with midnight feedings, 2am feedings, 4am wake-ups calls form a crying baby, 7am feeding, midday nap, sharp objects/safety patrol (a 24/7 position), and even more crying? because i do. i love kids and want several of my own. i could probably compromise for just two, but i want more than one. siblings need to entertain each other. learn how to defend themselves against the real world by picking on each other. children are a must. i wouldn't mind being a stay-at-home dad. if you want a career, i will fully support you. you just have to find me to tell me. i'm still sitting here waiting.
-the writer of this letter