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Friday, July 28, 2006

Anthony Makes a Move

Liz told me sum more abt that day she was test-driving a car @ Gordo'z dealership, w/Anthony along 4 a ride. Liz sed while she was trying 2 keep her concentration an' her eyez fixed on the road, Anthony looked @ her outta the corner of his eye "sort of like he wanted 2 flirt, April!" And he sed, "U kow that Thérèse and I split up. The divorce is uncontested. We're just w8ing 2 sign the paperz. Françoise is w/me. I'm a single father Liz. --I'm a good parent, 2. U'd B proud." Liz sed she she "U'd B proud" was a strange thing 2 say, but she didn't really have time 2 think abt that. He went on, "Our lives have changed so much in the past few yrs. I was hoping we cd B friendz again." Liz was a bit thrown off cuz he was not only in silhouette, but that the silhouette was like, stippled. NEway, Liz stared str8 ahed and sed, "Of course we can! We've alwayz been friends, Anthony. U R one of my favourite ppl in the whole world!" Then she thot, "I've just sed the wrong thing!" And she had a v. bad feeling that Anthony was thinking "She'z just sed the rite thing!" Then she sed, "April, I'm too shaken up 2 tell U what happened next. I'll tell U sum more when I'm feeling more calm. Meanwhile, I need 2 decide whether 2 wear a mustard-yellow skirt with an eggplant-coloured sleeveless turtleneck or a 'Laura Ingalls' style flowered dress."

Well, I'll fill U all in when I know more!

Apes out

posted by April Patterson @ 7:02 AM  

23 Comments:

  • At 8:42 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    April,

    Let me give a little more detail. My drive with Anthony just got weirder after I told him my nerves were rattling. He didn't seem to think that was strange and he didn't seem to get that was me almost telling him a feeling so that was good. He just kept talking. He told me about Therese and the divorce and I felt myself making a surprised face even though I knew that stuff. Then Anthony told me he was a good father and I would be proud of him which is probably true but I kind of thought that was weird because most people I have noticed do not go around "tooting their own horn" like that. Also, Anthony leaned way over and was kind of in my face when he said that. I could smell his moustache wax he was that close. That was strange.

    Then Anthony said our lives had changed and he hoped we could be friends again. I said of course we can because after all I don't think we really ever stopped being friends, right? I mean, even though his wife tried to keep up apart, Anthony and I totally saw each other every time I was home anyway and I even went to their wedding and learned to dance especially for it.

    So I said that to him that we have always been friends and he is one of my favorite people in the whole world. Then right afterwards I thought "uh-oh, that might be a woman making the first move (wrong) AND a woman revealing a feeling (very wrong)," so I thought "I just said the wrong thing." Anthony tried to look all stoic but I could totally tell that he was really maybe a little too excited by that.

    Then I had the feeling that I had forgotten something, or someone, important. More on that tomorrow.

    Liz

     

  • At 8:47 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    April,

    I wish I could tell you more about our conversation in the car, but my emotional state is still too delicate at the moment. I have a lot to sort out, all while coping with the stress that comes with being a single parent (and a good one! no scabies or whooping cough yet!).

    I must have been exposed to some strange allergen during our drive, because the lymph nodes in my jaw swelled up. I started out looking pretty normal (for me) when we were talking, but a few sentences later I felt like the elephant man. I swear my jaw was bigger than my cranium. Maybe it was the hypollergenic makeup.

    Anway, I felt very close to Liz as the coversation went on. I'm not sure if the seat shifted position during Liz's overly-emotional erratic driving that sent the headrests flying right off the back seats or what, but I ended up a good half-meter closer to her over the course of the drive. Symbolic of our two souls coming together, I hope.

    So I'm encouraged. I'm encouraged that I'm one of your sister's favorite people in the whole world. I'm encouraged that as she said that, she let me put my hand on her thigh, despite the unfortunate chin-swelling. I'm encouraged that "The Hook", who was apparantly clinging to our car roof the whole time, missed every time he tried to plunge his stainless-steel meathook-for-hand into our heads.

    Anthony

     

  • At 12:18 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    April,

    Your sister’s friend Anthony talks a lot. He sounds a lot like me, when I ask you to be my friend. We are friends, aren’t we? I don’t have many friends, who are not special needs. Is your sister’s friend Anthony, special needs? If he is, then I know why he wants to make sure your sister is his friend. When you are special needs, it is important to have lots of friends. That way, your friends can help you when you get in trouble, like getting lost in a card shop or a bookstore. Even if your sister’s friend, Anthony, is not special needs, it is still a good idea to find people who will agree to be your friend. I’m glad your sister said she would be his friend. From what you wrote about him and from what he wrote later, it doesn’t sound like he has many friends.

    Love,
    Shannon Lake

     

  • At 12:40 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    April,

    Little sis. Lizardbreath may think she said the wrong thing, but thank goodness Anthony was able to listen through all her lizardly, forked tongue, double-talk about “favourite people in the whole world” to realize she still cares deeply for him. It is so good to hear that Liz has finally come to her senses and accepted her Patterson mating heritage. As you know, Pattersons woo and marry only their childhood sweethearts. That is the way it is. Of course, that leaves Lizardbreath with only Anthony as a choice. I was a little smarter and expanded my selection. I could have gone with Martha McRae or Rhetta Blum or my lovely Deanna. I loved Deanna the earliest, but I could have easily chosen Martha or Rhetta. However, Deanna is a lot prettier than Martha or Rhetta, and I still think she was the best choice. That reminds me, you probably want to date a few more guys while you can, so you don’t get stuck like Lizardbreath did with only one possible guy, when you get ready to get married.

    I know Liz talks about her constable boyfriend these days, but she didn’t know him when he was a child. The only reason she spent any time with him was because she thought Anthony was the type of man who would be committed to marriage, and to his wife and child. I don’t what she was thinking. He’s her childhood sweetheart and besides, the woman was a harpy from Quebec. “Any port in a storm,” as they say. But now the storm is over, and Liz needs to head back to the right port – Port Anthony. No more of this Caine Mutiny. I crack myself up. Good thing I keep a dry cloth by the computer screen to wipe up after I laugh.

    Anthony Caine is the guy for Liz. You can tell from what she told you about what he said about himself. If that is not Patterson marriage material, I don’t know what is. “You should be proud of me because I am a good parent.” I don’t know how many times I have said that to my lovely Deanna, or the people at Portrait Magazine, my freelance clients, and really, just about everyone I meet. It is quite gratifying to know that Anthony is cut from the same mold as I am, except he’s not as good-looking, of course. He would be better-loooking if he had different hair, or a hinged jaw, or lessons in facial hair grooming, or a whole different body.

    The big difference between Anthony and me is that at least he will get a decent mother-in-law. I wish I had a decent mother-in-law, instead of Mira Sobinski. She’s over at our apartment all the time, bringing gifts to spoil the kids, spending the day playing with the kids. She comes by, even when the kids aren’t sick. It’s horrible. Anthony won’t have to deal with any of that. He will be so much better off than I in the mother-in-law department. I will try not to be too jealous when Breath of Lizard and Anthony have their wedding and I see mom taking the role of Anthony’s mother-in-law. I will remember that I got to have 2 wedding nights (3, if you count my delayed honeymoon), and knowing Liz, Anthony is going to be lucky to have one. I will try to think about that the next time Mira comes over.

    Love,
    Michael Patterson

     

  • At 1:07 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    April,

    Boozhoo (Hello).

    As I promised your sister, I did not read your writings about her friend Anthony again. In fact, I am barely able to write to you at all. I am inaapine (so sick). I am still in Mtigwaki (Land of Trees). I had to call work and take a sick day. They said, “Girlfriend problems again?” I told them my relationship with my girlfriend had never been better, and I asked them to stop asking that question every time I got sick.

    This is what happened. I had my usual daily conversation with my sweet girl. She told me her friend Anthony was worried they weren’t friends anymore and she told him they were definitely still friends and they were always going to be friends. Your sister is so kind. She told me she has hardly talked to her friend Anthony for the last 6 years, but she doesn’t think it is any reason they can’t be the best of friends. It is one of the things I love about your sister. She is so kind and never deceitful about her relationships. She always wants to keep a friendship, if she can. I am apiitendanbe (proud) she is such a good friend.

    Then your sister and I had a long conversation about The 1986 Divorce Act of Canada. She asked me a lot of questions about what is the fastest way for someone to get divorced and married again, when one of the people already has a child. Also, she asked a lot of questions about adopting other people’s children. I am not a lawyer, but I knew enough about the Act to answer her questions. I know she was just asking these questions for her friend Anthony, but the more we talked about it, the sicker I got. I felt like someone had taken my heart out of my chest, stomped on it with sensible shoes, and said, “Paul who?” It was not a heart attack, but Vivian Crane (nurse for people in Mtigwaki (Land of Trees)) said I was having a panic attack, and she recommended I stop talking to my sweet girl about her friend Anthony. I didn’t see how the 2 things were related.

    My friend, Susan Dokis, whom I call Chipper, was very concerned. She said, “Suds (her nickname for me), what you need to hear isn’t about divorce and adoption, but about all the good things an indikwem (wife) can bring to your life.” So, she told me many stories of all those good things. It was a long list and by the time she was done, I was excited and happy and very up. When I woke up, Chipper was at my side again. I said to Chipper, “If I keep waking up with you, people are going to start talking. People in Mtigwaki (Land of Trees) like to talk.” Chipper said, “Don’t worry. Your relatives, and I think almost everyone in Mtigwaki (Land of Trees), agrees with me you need someone responsible by your side to take care of you.” Chipper is so kind to look after me, when I am inaapine (so sick). Our lives have changed so much in the past few years since we were on the pow-wow trail together, and she is still one of my favourite people in the whole world.

    Gi'-ga-wa-ba-min' na-gutch! (See you later!)
    Constable Paul Wright

     

  • At 1:24 PM, Blogger Anne said…

    Hi, Apes! No worries about last Monday, I know yr busy @ the bookstore. We'll get 2gether whenevah. :-)

    Neway, is that yr 'rents' friend Wayne n the picture from 25 July on your fake blog? That kinda looks like yr backyard. He doesn't look 2 happy 2 be talking about community service, but mayb that's because of the casserole collection committee yr mom corraled him n2 joining. I'm just saying that since she tried 2 get my mom n2 "casserole collection 4 r less 4tunate neighbours," but my mom told her, n her nice way, that's she's too bizzy w/polar bear safety. She's gotten all worried w/Marjee up n Nunavut or wherevs. I haven't talked 2 Marjee n a while either, but it sounds like she's safe & having a good time!

    Vicks

     

  • At 5:40 PM, Blogger howard said…

    April,

    Notes from the tour.

    You will not believe where Thorvald booked Becky. We are in the city of Iqaluit, capital city of Nunavut. Marjee Mahaha is very excited. After we had lunch in the Caribrew Café, she went to visit some stylists she knows who work in the Baffin Hair & Tanning Studio. I think she plans to call or post to Vicki Simone to tell her news from people they know in common from here in Iqaluit, and also to inform her mother of some polar bears she sighted. I saw them too. They were cute.

    Becky is performing as a part of the Toonik Tyme Summer Festival, and I spent most of the trip here translating some of her songs from English or French into Inuktitut, the language of Inuit people who are about 99% of the population here. That’s an exaggeration. I t hink it is closer to 99.9%. Right now, Jeremy Jones is busy setting up Becky’s equipment in the Abe Okpik Community Centre.

    Can you believe we had to be barged ashore? Iqaluit is not connected to the Canada Highway system. I asked a local Iqaluitian, what are the other acts in the Toonik Tyme Summer Festival, and he said, “Throat singing, drum dancing, bannock eating.” The place is like a giant Mtigwaki, except without the crazy people, which actually helps a lot. The high today is 13, and that is as hot as it gets here. The other part that gets to you a little is the 18 hours of sunlight a day. I asked Thorvald why were here, and he said, “My Becky-Thora must conquer all of Canada. Also, Marjee wanted to visit some relatives and a good Viking fafa cannot favour his legitimate daughter over his bastard daughter all the time, or there will be trouble even a sharp blade cannot solve.”

    Brynja, Becky’s Viking lesbian consort says the cold is good and reminds her of Iceland on a hot, summer day. I initially thought that Becky would never get over the idea that her father had arranged a Viking lesbian consort for her, but last night that all changed. Now, Becky and Brynja are kissing all the time. While we were waiting for the barge early this morning, and after a particularly public makeout session, Becky said to her dad, “Fafa Thorvald. I like this lesbian phase. I am thinking that I may not go back to guys.” Thorvald said, “Becky-Thora. Remember the importance of strong Viking sons.” Becky said, “Oh fafa. Who needs sons? You’re a Viking and you don’t have any.” Well, that got Thorvald stirred up, so we were actually pretty happy the barge arrived right about then to distract him.

    I discovered there is actually a fairly substantial gay community here in Iqaluit. When people saw me in my long, fur-lined dress, they told me the Pride Parade in Iqaluit was quite an impressive event. After Becky performs, I may have to go find an after performance party place. No, skip that. Marjee just said she knows some people here that are just my speed, so long as I don’t mind eating bannock with male stylists. That’s actually not a euphemism for something else, believe it or not.

    Howard K.

     

  • At 7:07 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Hi, April! Hi, Vicki!

    I'm sorry I haven't been posting in so long, but I guess my fight with Becky a while back shook me up more than I realized. I'm feeling much better, though, after hanging with the cool stylists at the Baffin Hair & Tanning Studio. And spotting those gorgeous polar bears. Vicki, tell BirthMom Marilyn to check her e-mail, since I sent her a bunch of pics.

    Howard and I are going to my friend Irwin "Moose" Chigliak's place later for a party. Most of the guests will be gay Inuit hairdressers, and they're all very cool!

    Oh, Vicki, I've been distributing that survey BMM wrote up for her grant-funded study of depiction of first-nation people in North American popular culture. I think she'll end up with some good stuff!

    Marjee

     

  • At 7:22 PM, Blogger April Patterson said…

    mike, if being w/yr childhood sweetheart is, like, a patterson rule, then how come dad is w/mom? they didn't meet until dad was a dental student and mom was in university.

    vicks, i dunno that wayne guy, but i think he mite b friendz w/steph the web designer.

    paul, i hope u feel better soon!

    omg, liz, does anthony still use that scented mustache wax? "english rose" i think he callz it?

    becks, lol on jeremy an' the equipment. i guess this "bree" stuff gets u an' me off the hook 4 the kissing. which, btw, caused ger to txt me all, "nooooooooooooo!!!!"" lolol!

    apes

     

  • At 7:39 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    April,

    Little sis. You think mom and dad first met in university? Oh. Right. That’s where they first met. Right. Absolutely. That’s completely correct. How could I have gotten that basic fact confused? Forget I said anything.

    Love,
    Michael Patterson

     

  • At 8:17 PM, Blogger April Patterson said…

    mike, what r u saying? u think they didn't 1st meet in uni?

    apes

     

  • At 8:34 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    April,

    Little sis. Oh no. In university. That’s where they first met. No doubt about that. That is totally correct. Forget I suggested anything different. At least until you turn 18 or grandpa Jim dies.

    Love,
    Michael Patterson

     

  • At 8:41 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Mike,

    Kind of off topic here, but one time when your Mom had an extra glass or two of wine (I think it was during an anniversary dinner when I was like 14) she went off about "that soul-stealing b_tch V.C. Andrews" and "promised half the royalties" and so on and so forth.

    Are you the first person she's helped with a manuscript? Should we bring your mom in on "Foobin' Around With Mr. C"? Sounds like she really helped VC early in her career.

    Anthony

     

  • At 8:49 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    april, i had a little "alone time" n the bathroom recently, & i suddenly realized marjee's hand treatments have worked. i don't have red hair dye oozing outa my hands nemore. it is so gud 2b able 2 get these rubber glovez off & post again.

    rebeccah iz hangin' out w/this weird girl named brynja. u know that viking style clothez we hadda wear for rebeccah'z dad'z fake wedding? she wearz it all the tyme. xxcept she duzn't carry an axe. she haz a little pink vikin' sword & she talks 'bout vikin' stuff evn more than rebeccah's dad duz. she & rebeccah kiss all the tyme & it iz drivin' me crayzee. 'course i think rebeccah iz doin' that on purpose 2 make sum kinda point w/her dad or w/me. i dunno. i can't figger rebeccah, sumtymez.

    pleeze tell eva i miss her, evn if she haz been goin' on double-d8s w/duncan & u & gerald. i'm a good sound guy. i made rebeccah sound rilly gud n her concert. eva wud b proud.

    on 2nd thot, mebbe don't tell eva that last part. i wud sound like sum kinda obsessive, loozer, freak.

    neway, it's like gettin' close 2 9 pm here & it iz not gettin' evn a little bit darker. we r 2 close 2 the north pole.

     

  • At 9:10 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Jeremy, man, don't worry, I haven't been going on any double dates with Duncan, April and whoever that is being Gerald lately. And I haven't gone on any single dates with Duncan. Or any dates at all with anyone. I miss you and wish you'd get back here fast!

    Eva

    P.S. The beach outing was SO not a date!

     

  • At 9:12 PM, Blogger April Patterson said…

    omg, mike, i h8 when u tryta cover stuff up like that. i wish u'd just tell me!

    apes

     

  • At 9:12 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Anthony,

    Your post sure brings back memories. I remember Aunt Cleo, when I was very little. Mom was a big help to her. They would sit around, eating muffins and discussing ways to get rich, inventive methods of being cruel to children, and doing book outlines. I think it was during the time when Connie Poirier moved away for awhile. Mom was lonely for someone to talk to, and she always liked the idea of helping someone else write.

    Dad usually stayed out of these conversations. He didn’t like Aunt Cleo, particularly when she would point at Lizzie and say, “Don’t you just love your brother? I mean really love him?”

    Mom kept hoping for some royalties from Aunt Cleo's books. I think she was very disappointed after Aunt Cleo died, she didn’t name mom to keep writing her material, instead of that hack, Andrew Neiderman.

    Anyway, back to your question. Mom would be perfect to help with "Foobin' Around With Mr. C". I am pretty good with an outline, but nobody does outlines like mom. Besides, I think it would help to get mom’s perspective on the female characters, like Mr. C’s love interest, and his mom.

    I am usually busy at Portrait Magazine all day, but mom would love a visit from you. She said she didn't get nearly enough time to talk to you when Liz and she went to Mayes Midtown Motors the other day.

    Love,
    Michael Patterson

     

  • At 9:14 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    April,

    Little sis. There's nothing to cover up. Nothing. Nil. Nada. Zippo. Zilch. Not a blessed thing. Just forget I hinted at anything that you are better off not knowing until you no longer live at Sharon Park Drive.

    Love,
    Michael Patterson

     

  • At 9:20 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    eva, whoever that iz b-ing gerald lately? wut? no, w8. i don't wanna know. it wud prolly xxplain all the weird thingz rebeccah'z dad haz been doin' since he came back frum talkin' 2 gerald. & u know, gerald iz so whacked out sumtymez, it iz bettah 2b ignorant. don't tell me. i wud rather b innocent.

    i miss u eva. but i think we still have sum provences on our tour, so it will b awhile b4 we get back. if it makes u feel ne bettah, if ic rebeccah & this brynja girl kissin', i am gonna close my eyez & think of u nstead.

     

  • At 9:29 PM, Blogger howard said…

    Irwin "Moose" Chigliak. This is one cube guy. ½ Inuit / ½ hair stylist / ½ film director. Pen-pal to the stars. Abandoned by his parents at very young age. Raised by local Inuits. He has an IQ of 180. He wants to be a shaman. He makes one heck of a bannock. I hope it gets dark soon. I think I may let Irwin show his moose to my caboose. I hope this post doesn’t sound like I am drunk, because I am. Wait. No, Marjee. I’m not done ye

     

  • At 1:18 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    April,

    I have some free time since it is Friday night and my boyfriend is up north. He called me earlier to say that he is getting together with "Chipper" tonight in Spruce Narrows to show her the town and asked if we could skip our nightly call. I said this was fine because I am thinking about something else tonight anyway and I am afraid that talking to Paul will just confuse me more than I am already confused, which is very, very confused.

    It's all Mom's fault. Anthony and I fell into a dead silence after I told him he was one of my favorite people. He had that funny happy look on his face and all I could do was freak out inside. I decided not to tell Anthony about Paul. I figured that if I did he would ask me how serious it was and then I would have to tell him about my feelings for Paul and I don't like to talk about my feelings even when I am not confused, which I am right now.

    So we got back to the used car lot and Anthony took my hand in a sort of formal handshake and told me that he was "glad we had this time together" and to take care. He had this intense look in his eyes and it was very intense so all I could say was "you too" and then he walked away. As he did his shirt color changed from khaki to bright yellow. It was weird and I couldn't help staring. Mom walked over and asked me if the person I was talking to before was Anthony which confused me because she was looking right at Anthony when she asked and she's known him forever so why wouldn't she recognize him?

    I told Mom that Anthony was helping me make a decision. Mom asked me if the decision was about a car or about my life. I got very angry because I did not want to tell her the answer to that question which is confusing for me to tell the truth and also because it would mean I had to tell her my feelings. Mom ticks me off a little and confuses me because she says it is "emotionally slutty" to reveal my feelings but then she is always wanting me to tell her my feelings, since she says a mother is a girl's best friend and that it is not possible to be slutty with one's mother.

    So I kind of yelled at Mom that she was complicating my life by trying to confuse me about whether Anthony was just a friend or not. She has been trying to confuse me like that for a couple of years now by hinting that I should still have certain feelings for Anthony that I might or might not actually have. I was so upset that my hairdo actually kind of came apart and my bangs popped out so I had to try to push them back in with my hand while Mom said she didn't realize she had that much influence, which confused me, because as you know Mom is the biggest influence in all our lives and that is the way she has always told us it should be.

    By the way it was really weird but when I looked back at Mom just then she looked not like Mom or even Grandma Marian but like Dad in a wig with a creepy gross wrinkly turkey neck. Don't tell her I said that. She bought this royal blue dress from the Menopausal Matron collection at KMart that is just like my royal blue Sensible Schoolmarm dress except with the sleeves cut off and she was saying all day long how I should of worn my royal blue dress too because then we would look just like twins and I really hope I don't look like Dad in a wig with a turkey neck just yet. I can't lose my looks until I make a decision on who should be my husband! Then I started thinking about how I should really be buying clothes from the Sensible Spinster collection because I am 25 and don't have a husband or even a fiance and that is ancient! Also I was having a Bad Butt day and I couldn't help thinking "oh no, I will never find a husband if my ass is already getting so huge!!!"

    Shiimsa is no help either. She keeps escaping from my apartment and coming back looking all satisfied. I think she is having secret meetings with that bad cat that belongs to your ethnic friend that wears lip gloss. The boy, not the girl. If my cat gets married before me, I am going to be so depressed!

    Excuse me now, I am going to go eat the cheesecake I have in the fridge (if my roommates didn't eat it already) and try to make a decision about something very very important.

    I have told you this much already because I do need some advice from you April and also maybe from Howard who seems to be kind of wise. I need to know something. Is it better to take a chance on something that is new and exciting but tricky and hard and that maybe will fail, or should you just go with the choice that you know what it would be like even if it is a little boring-ish but a sure thing right now, but might not be if you take a chance on the exciting thing and then have it not work out and then try come back to the boring-ish thing you know and maybe find out that it moved on and married someone else because he couldn't wait and then maybe you end up without a choice at all because you are a spinster and the third choice probably got fat or picked another girl or died in a crash, or maybe all of those things and you don't want to move home with your parents but you are pretty sure you can't go it alone like your friend Candace because it's just too scary?

    Thanks, Liz

     

  • At 3:39 AM, Blogger howard said…

    Elizabeth,

    It is difficult for me to respond to your question. However, if I understand what you are asking, you are choosing between:

    1. New and exciting
    2. Boring-ish sure thing
    3. Fat, picked another girl or died in a crash.

    I know this decision well. It is actually a pretty easy one to make. You can make the decision based on the risk. If you go with Choice #1, new and exciting and it fails, you may not still have Choice #3, but you will always have Choice #2 remaining.

    If you go with Choice #2 you will not fail, but you will be bored. In the meantime, Choices #1 and #3 will leave, so you have no backup.

    If you go with Choice #3 and you fail or it dies in a crash with another girl, then Choice #2 remains, but you have to deal with betrayal and grief. Choice #1 will most likely have left.

    The obvious choice is to go with Choice #1 first, keeping Choice #2 as a backup, and giving up completely on Choice #3, and attending Choice #3’s funeral after the crash.

    That was an interesting discussion. Now if I can just figure out where I am, and why I am texting this message to you from my cell phone.

    Howard K.

     

  • At 2:50 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    you guys are all freaks an dfaggettes stupid hore

     

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