I was going to make a phone exception for you, Epic.

I feel so special (and not in the short-bus way!)

So long as you don't tell my mother with whom I am happily communicating with via email for the past few days.

Mum's the word! Er, to your Mum.

[Sheesh. That was an interesting typo.]

Indeed. If you find that particular Studio before you leave SD, I'd like the address. Ta ever so.

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I think a lot of us are pretty glad we aren't who we were at 17 anymore.

Dude. There was this testosterone fog that lifted around 23 or so. The world was so much bigger after that went away. 17 was pretty hellish, what with the serious case of cranial-anal inversion. And yet, I know people who tolerated me even then.

That's so much more ferocious than, "I impale my ass by sitting on knives!"

There is a certain intimidation factor to that phrase, said loudly and brightly enough.

And thanks for the self defense / Marital Martial Arts rec.

[Sheesh. That was an interesting typo.]

Interestingly, a fairly common one. [insert ellipsis here]

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JOHN!!! How are you, love??

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Hi Empress!

I'm good. Surfing the winter blahs, but okay. How are things with you? I see from the recent photos that your punkin is as adorable as ever.

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Indeed. If you find that particular Studio before you leave SD, I'd like the address. Ta ever so.

Even given how badly I failed in the coursework?

Interestingly, a fairly common one.

And to think you said you'd marry me...

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Dear Professor,

I will not scan something for you and send the image over email when you are sitting in the same damn building as I am. Your mother probably thought you were special, but I just think you're an ass. Use the document delivery service or come get it yourself.

Kisses,

Me

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::raises roof for Sparky1::

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::gives a woo woo for Sparky::

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Boy with nice butt moves you: [link] (frelling frames)

Damn, it costs real and actual money to move. And they aren't easily giving me packing costs to go with it. I can do some of it but I don't think I really want to do all of it myself. Especially the kitchen stuff, too much breakable and I want someone other than me held accountable.

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Even given how badly I failed in the coursework?

Hmm, I may have conflated Marital Arts with Marital Aids...

I blame Trudy.

Boy with nice butt moves you

Very moving. Hee.

P.S. Go Sparky!

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