Every other day, every other day of the week is fine, yeah.
So, I spilled my tea all over the carpet. But no one will ever know.
I can't do my homework. What an awful feeling, incompetence. Rosemead for Liz! I am so excited for you. Mary and Molly are coming up! What time? I am so happy, I cannot tell you.
There is my life now. I have nothing to live for after April 16th. Except June 16th. That's when I'm done with first year courses. I was thinking the other day about that time in LA, Liz, with Trevor and Matt. What a great day that was. Why the hell did I go to Alaska.
Have you written anything, anybody? I miss your thoughts. Mine are empty lately. I was going to fast this week. It lasted like eight hours before I thought I was going to die soon, so I decided to give up alcohol and coffee and the like instead of food. It's Holy Week. We never really celebrated it at Biola. I'm going to the Episcopal church now, I feel so comfortable there, like minded, even though everyone is about 50. I recommend it, what a wonderful thing liturgy is. Don't leave it to the individual churches to really mess things up. I can't decide whether to take you guys to the Episcopal church when you are up here, or to take you to my parents' church. We can decide together. Alex will come to church with us. Are you excited?
People are spreading out over the world. How strange to think of hundreds of years from now, when we'll have descendents whose lives were made possible by ours, moving all over the place and having their own kids. Maybe they'll marry each other. I hope so. How nice, to think that my great-great-great grandson might marry Mary March's great-great-great-great grandaughter, meeting in Zimbabwe or England or somewhere equally arbitrary, maybe speaking different languages. Let's arrange it.
I can't do my homework. What an awful feeling, incompetence. Rosemead for Liz! I am so excited for you. Mary and Molly are coming up! What time? I am so happy, I cannot tell you.
There is my life now. I have nothing to live for after April 16th. Except June 16th. That's when I'm done with first year courses. I was thinking the other day about that time in LA, Liz, with Trevor and Matt. What a great day that was. Why the hell did I go to Alaska.
Have you written anything, anybody? I miss your thoughts. Mine are empty lately. I was going to fast this week. It lasted like eight hours before I thought I was going to die soon, so I decided to give up alcohol and coffee and the like instead of food. It's Holy Week. We never really celebrated it at Biola. I'm going to the Episcopal church now, I feel so comfortable there, like minded, even though everyone is about 50. I recommend it, what a wonderful thing liturgy is. Don't leave it to the individual churches to really mess things up. I can't decide whether to take you guys to the Episcopal church when you are up here, or to take you to my parents' church. We can decide together. Alex will come to church with us. Are you excited?
People are spreading out over the world. How strange to think of hundreds of years from now, when we'll have descendents whose lives were made possible by ours, moving all over the place and having their own kids. Maybe they'll marry each other. I hope so. How nice, to think that my great-great-great grandson might marry Mary March's great-great-great-great grandaughter, meeting in Zimbabwe or England or somewhere equally arbitrary, maybe speaking different languages. Let's arrange it.
posted by naomo | 10:06 PM
3 Comments:
holy crap! i forgot it was holy week. all i could think about was naomi! Father forgive me my sins and don't let my friends be a stumbling block!
how come your grandson is only a triple great, but mine is a quadruple great? do you really think i'm going to procreate before you? I don't think so. I'm not the one with the boyfriend.
besides, why should we wait 4 or 5 generations? to be honest, I could use a little of that Luce DNA in my gene pool.
imagine the burping power of that combination!
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