Jesus of Nazareth.

It is indeed fanstastic news that you and Jack Donaghy have the same birfday. I might have guessed it though, because you both share the same fashion sense and low, rumbly voice.

How were the celebrations? I am planning on giving you a call tomorrow, but it seems that you have a big-kid job, and I feel as though you will not be able to speak with me, as most people (except my mommy) can not speak with me during the business working day.

I will be coming to visit Minneapolis once the frigid tongue of winter stops performing cunnilingis all over those great Twin Cities.

You can't prove that's the governor's semen.

Miss you much, like Janet Jackson.
Also, love will never do without you, Antonio Sabato Jr. in a giant hamster ball on the beach.
We are a part of the rhythm nation.

Love,
rw

Apparently.

Also I would like to point out that last week's episode of 30 Rock aired on Thursday (as it normally does) and it was celebrating Jack's birthday.

Jack Donaghy and I have the same birthday.

Let us remember this next year and celebrate appropriately.

Comments on the weather and other such nonsense.

Currently I'm preparing for a party. For what, you ask? For that thing that happened yesterday. I think you were supposed to be in attendance. I am cognisant of the distance between us and the financial restrictions under which you currently find yourself... but I can't help but wish that you were here.

The weather was bitterly, bitingly cold this morning as I walked to work. I started a new job. That's right... I am officially a grown-up. With a salary. And an official job title that doesn't involve food service. This is simultaneously thrilling and terrifying.

I cut my hair very, very short. Every day it grows on me. (Funny, right? But no, it's actually true. I like it more and more every day and have gotten to the point where I may be in love with my hair.)

Tonight my plan is to see what happens. I'm not anticipating anything monumental but I am nonetheless excited to have people over.

I miss you every, every day.

xoxo
p.p.

Presipice.

*Dearest Felicia Fellatio,

I am writing to apologise for my absence. As it turns out, starting a business requires some time here and there. Oh, and money. Lots and lots of money. Egads!

What did Amerigo Vespucci do?

What's a hamhock exactly?

What does "ollie ollie oxen free" mean?

These are things I've been wondering.

*Chester da Molestings

Funcooker?

Speech?

So this weekend I will be returning to the thriving metropolis from which I was birthed to see LittleSisterMegan's final high school play. I am actually really excited to skip town for a weekend--my first weekend away since I started my 'big girl schedule'. Impromptu high school reunions are expected on BOTH Friday and Saturday nights, and my parents have made clear that my presence in church is mandatory on Sunday morning.

Kent and I are carpooling, but he's driving so I will be without transportation for the duration of my stay. It's like I really am regressing back to high school--no car, staying at my parents, seeing teachers. It's weird, but good.

Also it is SO your turn to write on the blog. Good god, man.