UGH CRAP. I forgot your parents are going to visit you. God-fucking dammit, I can't go. I promised the Shynes I would have a meal with them, and I'm getting my tattoo on Friday, and I still have a shitload of stuff to do. But I really, really, really want to be there so bad. I miss you like I would a limb. Well, a leg or something. I mean, not my hands. I need those. But I miss you like I would a leg. *hugs*
And, yeah, sorry about not getting that care package out to you, but I really don't have time. I will try to do it when I'm settled in Boston, okay? <3
Okay, I just reread that and it's easy to infer from me saying, "not my hands, I need those," that I don't need you, because I do. But like, I don't need you to be successful in my career and feed and house myself and my various cats/guinea pigs/dogs/homeless writer friends, so that's what I meant. But I do need you.
Okay. I just called your house and your dad said that he and your mom are free this Sunday to get together, and I think he also said he's going out of town the next weekend. So...I mean, maybe he meant you, but I think he would've mentioned it. Either way, I'm having dinner with your parents on Sunday. <3 I will give them Carter socks and maybe ask if your mom can get me a brownie mix box so I can make them at my new place.
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And, yeah, sorry about not getting that care package out to you, but I really don't have time. I will try to do it when I'm settled in Boston, okay? <3
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I miss our witty banter and sassy adventures.
And the midgets on tricycles! MIDGETS ON TRICYCLES!!!
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-pregnant pause-
"Everyone saw that, right?"
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p.s. you can email if it's a real question.
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