[2004-06-17 - 12:59 a.m.] - elyria, god of butter

my perfect bunnies & antelopes:

I have to leave early tomorrow morning for Elyria, OH. It's pronounced like Illyria, but it is not (I . . assume) a blue god housed in a skinny Texan body. I'm going to fellowship with my father's family, whom I have not seen all together for many years and toward whom I have affection but also some nervousness.

I don't have any idea what the Internet situation is like in Elyria-- do they even have the Internet in Ohio? After all, it's not Fulton, Georgia. remember Fulton, lise? It's a high-speed Internet city. And the reading capitol of the world!!

I have sort of a bad feeling about this trip, so perhaps you should e-mail me tonite and proclaim your undying love. of course, that bad feeling could possibly be just my reluctance to do anything but clean my house, browse cafepress.com, and read pornography; but why not err on the side of caution and proclaim your love anyway.

especially you, sexypants.

see y'all soon.

alestar
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Maybe no one ever comes home. But that's philosophy, and I'm talking bus times.
~ Lise Williams


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