ditto, about the caring part. I know nothing about your answering machine and any messages that may be contained therein. That is, I don’t have your number, but I suppose I could look it up easily enough. Although me calling you would probably be a little creepy so I’ll just stick to the e-communication thing for now.
Anyway, I’ll stop rambling now. Oh, and don’t be such a stranger. Ok, now I’m done.
Good point, Wes. Well, good point if I meant a literal 200 pound boulder of kleenex and all. Not such a good point if Jodi was too sick to blog and just needed someone to talk to about how she feels. You know, human interaction? Yeah, I’m a real creep…
You have an answering machine message at home from no one in particular who wants you to remember that people care about you, Jodi.
ditto, about the caring part. I know nothing about your answering machine and any messages that may be contained therein. That is, I don’t have your number, but I suppose I could look it up easily enough. Although me calling you would probably be a little creepy so I’ll just stick to the e-communication thing for now.
Anyway, I’ll stop rambling now. Oh, and don’t be such a stranger. Ok, now I’m done.
See, I’ll take that creepy risk just to make sure Jodi isn’t trapped under a 200 pound boulder of used kleenex…
Let’s say she was. you still wouldn’t know even if you called her. then all you have left is the creepiness factor.
Good point, Wes. Well, good point if I meant a literal 200 pound boulder of kleenex and all. Not such a good point if Jodi was too sick to blog and just needed someone to talk to about how she feels. You know, human interaction? Yeah, I’m a real creep…
I was taking your metaphor “200 pound boulder of kleenex” to mean in trouble in some fashion.
If you’d said “buried under a mound of kleenex” it would have made more sense and worked the way you wanted it to.