g. mango hosted me last week . . . even though she never actually invited me to travel to vancouver, take over her bedroom, and eat her food, she was very nice about indulging me. also, she gave me a hug. just the one. i'm trying to make it last, like, a year. but that's looking . . . hard.
while visiting with the abovementioned mango, i had opportunity - for the second week in a row, mind you! - to pretend that i'm a grown woman. by which i mean, i cooked and cleaned and felt good about it. don't even call me sexist 'cause i'll knock you out faster than you can say "glazed carrots and asian asparagus on a bed of rice." anyway, i loved it and might even consider tossing out the whole grad school idea for a permanent "taking care of someone"-type role.
speaking of which, saw regent and vst last week, seeing mcmaster later this month. i'm asking questions like "ma or mdiv?" and "how much experience with traditional forms of ministry do i want to have before i commit myself to academia?" and "why am i so scared of people?" and such. i don't have to figure this out until next year, but please do start praying now. all of you. DO IT!!!
ahem.
ross, don't get too excited about your recent increase in hits. i keep going back to your little blog to listen to taking back sunday, whom i apparently love. even when they're just singing the word "miami" over and over again. who knew? also, i check up on kat's status each time. and if you wrote something, you know, personal, i'd read that, too.
i love my mommy and my sissy and i like my sissy's boyfriend. these are good things. also, strawberries and ice cream. also, sleep.
about that . . .
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