I was shitting and reading a book called Crap Vacations, when I thought to myself: I'm going to go write on my blog that I'm shitting while reading Crap Vacations. Since I can't access my blog through direct channels I always go through Gmail because, honestly, I'm not sure what my blog link is.
So anyway. In my Gmail account was a reply to my offer to a friend I haven't seen in 22! years, accepting to have drinks or a meal out: just her and I in Hamilton on Saturday.
(she is so eloquent)
So I thought I'd write that instead of the fact that I was reading Crap Vacations while shitting.
:-)
In her only other email to me she wrote, '' I love being forty! I love my life.''
Hmm.
Twenty-two fucking years.
I wonder what we're going to talk about.
1 comment:
Two weeks ago I had the exact same experience with a girl who had been a friend of my girlfriend when I was 18 years old. Hadn't seen her since the '70s - and even back then we barely knew each other.
As awkward as it could have been, it turned out okay. I just asked a lot of questions.
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