

Letter to a ColleagueHey you.Letter to a Colleague
I was beginning to think that you had forgotten all about me, but I know that you have been much too busy :P
Anyways, just an update. I'm doing fine, I'm healthy for the most part, and I stay awake in classes (only barely haha.)
However, as the saying goes, there's no place like home!
In some ways, I want to go back.
However I then realize that I've been afforded quite a wonderful opportunity wouldn't you say? I don't want to dissappoint, so I guess I'll just have to stick to my game plan and stay focused!
I can't do this without support, and I've come to k


Maybe All Roads Go OnImagine the trail and her alike: A Winding road rarely taken. Take every chance to pass her by, Like the unbeaten path forsaken.Maybe All Roads Go On
It finds itself in my head, Like tangents to my thoughts. For she moves rightly so: The form in which I sought.
The bends and smile inviting so And, just once, I ventured near. Her brook and words rumbled sweet; The best music to the ear.
I wished that she would never end, That the chance would still be clear. I walk and wait and wait and walk: Like dead ends were never here.


Modern Day NostalgiaI remember when. Way back when. We used to chat. Not just any old chat. You know, that IM thing.Modern Day Nostalgia
We used to write each other letters. Oh no! We were far too lazy to write. Type? Oh yes! Thou hast e-mailed me much.
We used to play games. Not any old games. MSN games maybe. Or were they Windows games? Maybe. Hopscotch is for sissys.
Now I look back. At the videos we made. Pictures, we took. Thank God for the Digital Camera God...
Maybe we should thank Dell. Thank God for the cellphone vids. Motorola


A boy to his friend...Start your rants. Laugh when I dance. Feed me ants. Rip my pants.A boy to his friend...
Steal my booze. Step on my shoes. Mock me when, I sing the blues.
Lie to my mother. Hurt my brother. Curse at my pa. Flirt with the others
Kill my daughter. Kill my son. Take my life. Call it done.
And even when I meet my end. I'll hold you close, for you called me Friend.

Oy! Haven't heard from you in like.....well, a while. Hope everything's running smoothly for ya!
Hope all goes well with you.
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Peace!
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R.I.P. Michael Jackson
People like you inspire me to continue writing.
Love.
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Love (and Peace).
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R.I.P. Michael Jackson
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1-3 you're a bad friend
4-6 you're a ok friend
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