Things That Made Me Think of You

[shara_fares]

I just realized that morphine called me a whoore. On the packet she sent - which is still sitting on my desk as I've yet to decide where one keeps a bird book (my mother, inexplicably, kept hers in the cereal cupboard)- there's an alligator sticker beside my name. The alligator has a speech balloon beside his mouth that says "Ho!" On the back of

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[kelly_jones]

Ah, the perils of tea. And of hot peppers!

[mt_morphine]

"Hunan Hand" sounds vaguely like an Asian porno. That said, it's a good thing D didn't touch anything else on his person (or yours) with that hand.

Those stickers were a prezzie from auntbeast and they are Edward Gorey illustrations--one of my favourite illustrators and "children's book" authors. I don't know what story the talking alligator is from. Probably several of them. Also, I often call you a whore in both sticker and non-sticker form. I thought this was a very creative way of managing it on my part.

Finally, you will notice the bird book is for birds native to the UK. I expect you to study it, make a life list, and bring it with you as a reference guide when you are visiting in order to help you identify various species. You can get one of those MEC bags with all of the handy compartments to carry it around in. You can put your binoculars in there too.

[janey_emm]

Tell D that I got Hunan Eye when I cut up hot peppers without gloves, then removed my contact lenses. Hunan Eye is much, much worse.

It's even worse when you suffer a relapse when, like a dummy, you try to reuse the same contacts a few days later. The fire of Hunan, the sting of idiocy.