So, I went to Whitney's house for Thanksgiving. All went well. Her family seemed to like me well enough, and her vicious, murderous dog loved me. I spent a week in their home, during which time I was made to eat, watch movies, and converse with them. The fact that I spent this much time with people this crucial to my life without getting kicked out
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I'm going to be starting your scarf soon, so now is the time to say "haha, i was just kidding about that" if that's what you've been thinking this whole time. Then I can horde its awesomeness for myself.
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And it's odd to me that I've never seen either or your cats. Indeed, I've not been in that condo since Matt invited the family over to see it for the first time. So, basically, yes, I shall come at some point this christmas break before i have to start school.
Oh, and incidentally, thank you for sending me the "prostitute" cookie. It was the size of a fucking dinner plate. It was as big as it was delicious. We should probably be a pair of fags and bake more when I visit. I'll get in touch with you about it, though. It'll be after xmas, as I go to my love tomorrow until the 23rd.
"Carry On Wayward Son" is my jam. Practice the fuck up.
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