Too bad our office has it's own little post office... Jazmine merely ran an envelope through a printer and it was off... 2 cds, a quote collage, and a 5-page typed letter. No more procrastinating... months of writing and fearing to send it. Too late now, but on the envelope (in tiny chicken-scratch, I DID write 'goodbye. send my love to your sister'). Oh well... doesn't matter... too late now... kinda like the theme of my life. haha If only I'd realized this sooner... it just would've been 2 months sooner (but, it wouldn't have the urgency and the quiet fear that I possess over my biopsy, etc. and all that my life now means because of it).
I didn't send the stuffed Swedish Chef with it. I should've so I won't have to look at it. But, hey, maybe I should just get rid of everything I own except sorority, WDWCP, and WVU shirts and stuff, b/c that's prettymuch all that existed in my life before him... I glance around the room and I'd have to get rid of almost everything in my life... oh, eight and a half years... all I hope is that he listens to the first cd.
And speaking of the Swedish Chef, I was forced to laugh out loud while posting about Family Guy's "wrong-sounding Muppets," in which Michael Clarke Duncan comes in at the end as Fozzie Bear saying, "Wocka wocka, who wants to hear a funny-ass joke?” RIP Michael Clarke Duncan (9.3.12)
Okay... I had to post it again... it's too funny not to.
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