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Dec 15th
I have a new international friend!
Dec 30th
I could not be more thrilled!
I always wanted an international pen pal, and look what was in my email inbox this morning.
Hello. Please do not be surprised this message is not spam mailing.
You probably will be very surprised that I write you a letter. But
yesterday, I was surprised, too, when my e-mail address, came a
letter, which said about love, about the feelings among people. The
main motto of this letter was the phrase «Looking for love and you
will be happy». I liked the letter. In the list of e-mail address, I
saw your e-mail and decided to write to you. Perhaps you are looking
for love? Maybe this letter – the fate? I do not know how the man who
sent me the letter, hear my personal e-mail. But I think it is not
important. The most important thing is that now I can write you a
letter. You know, I want you to learn more. But first, I want to tell
a little about me. My name is Sona. I’m from Armenia. I am 27 years
old. I have never been married and have no children. I am pretty,
quiet, kind and sociable girl. I would be interested to talk with you
and know you closer. I compose their communication with the primary
objective – creating serious relationships. Relations without
deception, without any games. I want to find this man who can love and
respect me. I hope that you just want to find their love? I believe in
romantic relationships, appearance and age is not the most important
thing. The most important thing is that people know how to love and
respect on this! I have different hobbies and interests, among them –
sports, cooking, reading, music. Of particular interest to me a matter
of housekeeping, cleaning the house. I like to experiment in the
kitchen. I love animals. I am leading a healthy lifestyle. I do not
smoke nor drink alcohol. My new friend, can you tell me about you? I
want you to learn more. The following letters, I will tell you about
me, in more detail.I give you my e-mail address: shabsson@gmail.com
Of course, I will send you a lot of my photos, of whom you know my
life. In my photo showing all the moments of my life – joy, muse, and
even in some sad moments. I eagerly await your response will be. I
really want you to learn more. Please do not forget about me. Your new
friend from Armenia, Sona.
And honestly, how COULD I forget about my new friend from Armenia, Sona?
Just who does she think I am, some heartless cynical American that will take her genuine feelings of affection for me based on my email address and make fun of her on the internet?
I tell no lies, I really want me to learn more as well and I eagerly await my response will be, muchly.
BFF – Davie.
Oh Holy Night
Dec 12th
It’s that time of year again.
Time to gather with friends and family at local concerts, with local talent, and remember why you serve wine at the after party. Lots of wine at the after party.
Dear Brain
Jul 22nd
I like you, really I do. Even though we have never met, and the only time I have smelled you is when I hit my head running backwards in gym class, I still like you becuase as far as I can tell everything I think I am is contained in you.
You are like my ziplock sandwich bag holding my peanut butter sandwich. Just don’t put oranges in another ziplock sandwich bag in a confined space becuase even though ziplock corp. claims the bags are airtight, it is impossible to miss the tangy acidic bite of orange bread and orange laced Jiff. Or Peter Pan. Or that huge tub you get when you are on welfare.
You are my brain, and I have learned to love you. Mostly because you control my emotions, so you pretty much force me to love you, you sick Stockholm Syndrome lover you.
I hate you brain. I take that back, I didn’t mean for my fingers to do that, sorry. jerk.
No, no, I meant jerk, like the rub you put on beef.
I love you brain.
Where would I be without you?
Probably in West Virginia, but I kid, I kid!
I would most likely be in North Dakota actually, because you can roam around there without a brain and be pretty much okay unless you run into Bison.
Well, not actually “run into them”, that would be weird, seeing as how they are much faster and would most likely not just stand there waiting for your drooling face to slap them in the flank.
You are my brain.
You are big an gray and keep me awake at night moving memories and making things appear that I have never seen.
You are my brain and I am scared of you.
Really, horribly, peeing my pants scared of you.
Big guy.
Filler of head.
Backer of eyes.
Producer of ear wax.
Skull candy.
You are my brain.
I am glad we had this talk.


