So, internet here is limited.
I’m actually quite excited about all of the forced socialization.
Anyway, I already put the generalized pathetic beg for letters on facebook.
But you guys are so much cooler than that.
So write me letters??
1050 Rd 4
Schuyler, NE 68661
I’ll try and get on every now and then, but letters are so much better.
And we get to dance for mail.
So, here is your specialized beg for letters.
We are the people of the book. We love our books. We fill our houses with books. We treasure books we inherit from our parents, and we cherish the idea of passing those books on to our children. Indeed, how many of us started reading with a beloved book that belonged to one of our parents? We force worthy books on our friends, and we insist that they read them. We even feel a weird kinship for the people we see on buses or airplanes reading our books, the books that we claim. If anyone tries to take away our books—some oppressive government, some censor gone off the rails—we would defend them with everything that we have. We know our tribespeople when we visit their homes because every wall is lined with books. There are teetering piles of books beside the bed and on the floor; there are masses of swollen paperbacks in the bathroom. Our books are us. They are our outboard memory banks and they contain the moral, intellectual, and imaginative influences that make us the people we are today.
I have not had one of these….ever.
Keeping in mind that I do not like fruit….
What kind of pie do I make?
Lemon zest,
Curry,
Coconut milk,
basil,
garlic,
olive oil,
sugar,
and crushed red pepper flakes.
OH BABY.
In a good way.
If my usage of the term “cray cray” does not exemplify this, nothing does.
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