DEAR PINGS
Dear pings,
You've just stepped into that taxi. You were late going down of course, and made the taxi man wait. I could tell he looked annoyed when he saw me tramping ahead, lugging your luggage. Me in my droopy shorts and huge t-shirt. And then he caught sight of you. And all was forgiven. Maybe it's the uniform. Maybe it was seeing the way you filled it up, with all the curves in the right places. Maybe it's was just the sight of a beautiful girl.
No. I'm NOT homosexual.
Ok. So I'll see you again on Tuesday, that's barely two nights away. But I miss you already. I didn't realize how accustomed I've become to having you just round the corner. Hammering on your door in the morning when we've overslept. Coming back to see you lounging in the living room watching Sex and The City. Listening to your stewardess stories. Telling you about my pathetic life. Sharing and not sharing obsessive eating habits.
I walked you down, and I wanted to tell you so many things. Like, "hey, you look gorgeous", "wow, we've come so far", "keep your nose clean"... and gems like that. But all I managed was, "Erh, have a good flight", a weirdish hug... and then off you went. Not much of a friend, unfortunately.
You don't read my blog, but I just wanted to say, in no particular order:
1. you look amazingly beautiful
2. i'm so incredibly proud of you
3. i'm going to miss you
yurh. that's all. back to "work" for me.
love
eh
You've just stepped into that taxi. You were late going down of course, and made the taxi man wait. I could tell he looked annoyed when he saw me tramping ahead, lugging your luggage. Me in my droopy shorts and huge t-shirt. And then he caught sight of you. And all was forgiven. Maybe it's the uniform. Maybe it was seeing the way you filled it up, with all the curves in the right places. Maybe it's was just the sight of a beautiful girl.
No. I'm NOT homosexual.
Ok. So I'll see you again on Tuesday, that's barely two nights away. But I miss you already. I didn't realize how accustomed I've become to having you just round the corner. Hammering on your door in the morning when we've overslept. Coming back to see you lounging in the living room watching Sex and The City. Listening to your stewardess stories. Telling you about my pathetic life. Sharing and not sharing obsessive eating habits.
I walked you down, and I wanted to tell you so many things. Like, "hey, you look gorgeous", "wow, we've come so far", "keep your nose clean"... and gems like that. But all I managed was, "Erh, have a good flight", a weirdish hug... and then off you went. Not much of a friend, unfortunately.
You don't read my blog, but I just wanted to say, in no particular order:
1. you look amazingly beautiful
2. i'm so incredibly proud of you
3. i'm going to miss you
yurh. that's all. back to "work" for me.
love
eh
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