"Philadelphia is an oven," I said when I came here for the first time in August, 2004. It still is. My nearly-two-weeks here have been a crawl from air conditioner to air conditioner. I am afraid that I've lost all my heat tolerance and will
melt on the way home. safiiru has kindly hosted me in his brand new West Philly apartment. My things are all
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I miss you! You can call me!
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I giggled at "during slumber they're generally worried about how I'm going to save a busload of kittens from radioactive mushrooms". Gotta love our wacky brains during REM sleep.
Good luck with the ride back. ^_^
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Woo!
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Step 1: Insert drinks
Step 2: Have a girl kind of flirt with me
Step 3: Listen to me brag about how I was almost eaten by bears for the rest of the night
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It sounds like a whole lot of adventure down there - crazyness! I'm excited for stories. You can call me anytime!! HEART!!!!
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