Wow. It's really shocking. I remember when I was 18 and I worked in Yosemite and we were driving through the Sierras and I saw a gas station in the mountains and the gas was $1.80. I was dumbfounded. I wanted to stop and take a picture because I was sure no one back home would believe that gas was so expensive anywhere... Man. If I could turn back time. If I could find a way.
So because of this I've done some thinking. I hate to break it to some of you, but if you don't live close enough that I can walk or ride my bike to your house, I don't think we can be friends anymore. It's been fun and you all mean a lot to me, but I don't see any other way. But I will let you know if any more apartments become available in my building so that EVERYONE I know can live with me. We could start a commune!!!
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aw, come on
i was under the impression that we were the sort of friends that could go years without seeing eachother -- so... if you can't drive to see me.. that shouldn't be a problem. right?
A commune sounds good...other wise, Well, its been nice knowing you.
h
PS what about visiting people who saved your life?
Elin,
Your mom and I would like to move into your commune so we can see you once in a while unless you are up to riding your bike to Provo.
Dad
No,..... I mean, No!
i'm pretty sure i'm close enough- actually you'll have to go uphill a bit- what if i make you dessert? i never see you anymore
dear elin,
i. love you.
love,
mp
let's have chickens!
so is this your way of saying that you can't drive all the way to nm to see us?! just stop whining and strap on your roller skates and roll your bum down here!
oops, that was me not brian who posted that. but i think he'd endorse it.
-kelli
sweet! I win, I live close enough!
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