I'm on a public computer on base, and after cleaning out my e-mail, I only have about five minutes left before they kick me off, so I'll just say what I need to say real quick-like
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I love you too, Mike. And thank you. I wasn't sure if I'd even hear from you online, since you were finally going to be on your way back to the States. I hope the flights go well and nobody has to throw anyone out of a plane. Or actually, if there's anybody really stupid, I do hope they have to throw them out of a plane.
You probably won't even get to read this until you're back in Texas, eh?
You need to call your parents to make arrangements for coming to Carson. Really. FUCKING CALL YOUR PARENTS, MICHAEL.
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You probably won't even get to read this until you're back in Texas, eh?
You need to call your parents to make arrangements for coming to Carson. Really. FUCKING CALL YOUR PARENTS, MICHAEL.
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