Oh Kristin, I'm so sorry. I usually read apocalypse first. Sorry I was posting about hand jobs when I sould be wishing much ~ma to your dad.

Thanks, Laga. And, fwiw, the sentence:

Sorry I was posting about hand jobs when I sould be wishing much ~ma to your dad.

I'm much sadder about this than I should be. I barely knew the man, but I have so much regret that I've been in LA for three years and working down the street from his house for two and never got around to writing him a thank you letter for all he did for my dad and for my family in general. I always meant to. I have his home address. I just...I thought there would be more time.

Anyway. Like I said, I have no good reason to be this sad. I am mostly just very sad for my dad.

It's hard when your Dad's going through crappy times.

if you don't know them well enough to put it in your mouth?

Well, it is fun to grin at a guy as he's going nuts and you can whisper in his ear, plus sometimes you've snuck off to somewhere there's not room to do more than stand very close to each other and do stuff.

Umm also it can be lot of fun to combine giving one another hand jobs with really intense kissing.

Hand jobs, do they exist? They make a great punchline but have you ever or do you know anyone who has actually given or received one?

For some reason, I now have an Elvis earworm. Anyhow.

Err. Yes? And you can do slightly more with an aardvark than a German helmet?

::cough::

Kristin, much strength to your Dad.

Hand jobs, do they exist?

...I'm guessing you're only talking about boys.

Cause otherwise I'm feeling really bad for the girls you know? Or the girls who know you? Or something?

So yeah. I can't decide if this trip is cursed or just Aimee's Gypsy Quarter Curse kinda cursed. Like, on the way to the airport, I was convinced I had forgotten something. Something big. But what?? While I was trying to remember what I sped along the mostly empty freeway...til suddenly I notice the flashing lights in my rearview mirror. Oh shit. And I pull over one lane, and the next, and they follow me...and yep, he's pulling me over. CRAP. This is the first time in my LIFE I've been pulled over. And I'm on my way to the AIRPORT. Luckily, I've got my insurance and registration and all, and he gives me (Thank GOD) a warning rather than a ticket. Though he was all "do you know how fast you were going?" and i was like "Um...no?" and he's like "You should look at your spedometer! And you should notice you're going faster than everyone! And tailgating the red Ford in front of you!" (and I'm thinking "OF COURSE I'm going faster than everyone! This is Seattle! THey're SLOWPOKES! And...uh...what red Ford?")

But after that, and realizing I left my hoodie/jacket at home, and getting lost trying to find the highway (but ending up going in the right direction anyway)...I got to my hotel room and there was milk and cookies waiting for me!! YUM.

Much love to your father , kristin

My sympathies for your dad, Kristin. Have you had a chance to speak with him?