---taken from an email I received from a friend, who shall hereafter be referred to as 2nd-favorite-fan-of-mine-across-the-Atlantic
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Dear 2nd-favorite-fan-of-mine-across-the-Atlantic,I don't know what to say, other than: I suck. I do. Really, I am a terrible person. People have been telling me this for years, but did I listen? I'm not sure I even know how to change, but, by golly, I *will* try to resurrect this blog. For the sake of the children.
I will begin shortly (you can check back later this evening, in fact) by posting a suggestion or two of yours.
Toodles,
dlb
1 comment:
Ooh, I have to chime in with a most disappointing story about Rabelais' Pantagruel. So I'm on a date, and I talk my way from the goodnight kiss into the boy's bedroom, where he proceeds to light candles and read Rabelais. Clearly, an invitation to sex, right? Wrong! Only amongst the men I date would this end in a most platonic sleep over. Bah!
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