so i met her mom and sisters the other day.
"how was your flight?"
"horrible, the plane kept breaking down, at one point it even sounded like there was someone sawing beneath us."
"oh," says i, in sarcastic tone "thats a comforting sound."
"no. actually it wasnt."
"umm,right,... then."
beyond that initial akward conversation, i think our time together went very well.
she, she being the mom of emily, gave me towels (something i really needed) for my birthday.
(my birthday is on sunday. give me things)
we ate some cake, and then watched emily wrestle with her sister.
the wrestling, i think, would have been more alluring if her mom wasnt there and her sister was replaced by a supermodel.
oh, and if there was mud or something. that would be nice.
anyways, its important that you remember my birthday.
its on sunday.
and since i hardly got anything for christmas, (only my mom and my girlfriend remembered me, and dont try to use that "you didnt get anything for me" crap. everyone knows that i am much more important than you.) it would be nice to at least get an e-card.
or maybe a limerick.
or some new socks.
what was i talking about again?
11:49 a.m. - 2005-01-17
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