Nearing the End
The week after Tisha B'av is my last week at work! I made it! I survived parts of the scum of Israel who will have you believe that I'm a terrible person for not giving someone cheese cake I didn't have to give!
For all those of you who want to know how the first meeting with DL went, fine:
No hugging, no kissing, no physical contact, big smiles, a myriad of repetitions of "Oh my gosh you're here!" "Oh my gosh, I'm here!"
Tonight after yoga we ate at Pizza Sab-wait, Batya, if you breathe a word of this to Shlez or Uri you are seriously dead and in deep doodoo. So we ate at Pizza Sababa and talked for awhile, and then waited for my bus to come and that was it, so far.
For those of you still thinking I was brainwashed into doing Bar Ilan, let me correct you. If saving Papa $35,000 by waiting a year for Findlay, and using that money to pay for a private room for 3 years, means that I get to go to Findlay without Ema and Papa fighting, then it's well worth it for me. Plus for $150 a month, a horse gets thrown in the deal, I can go riding whenever I want.
Think what you want, that I was talked into it, but accept it as my choice, my decision. If, for some reason, things don't work out with DL, I can frequent the Bachelorette Square on campus.
For all those of you who want to know how the first meeting with DL went, fine:
No hugging, no kissing, no physical contact, big smiles, a myriad of repetitions of "Oh my gosh you're here!" "Oh my gosh, I'm here!"
Tonight after yoga we ate at Pizza Sab-wait, Batya, if you breathe a word of this to Shlez or Uri you are seriously dead and in deep doodoo. So we ate at Pizza Sababa and talked for awhile, and then waited for my bus to come and that was it, so far.
For those of you still thinking I was brainwashed into doing Bar Ilan, let me correct you. If saving Papa $35,000 by waiting a year for Findlay, and using that money to pay for a private room for 3 years, means that I get to go to Findlay without Ema and Papa fighting, then it's well worth it for me. Plus for $150 a month, a horse gets thrown in the deal, I can go riding whenever I want.
Think what you want, that I was talked into it, but accept it as my choice, my decision. If, for some reason, things don't work out with DL, I can frequent the Bachelorette Square on campus.
posted by AMUS1 | 10:30 PM
7 Comments:
ahhh!! my lil baby's all growed up!!
what's with the covert ops initialing? I never know who she's talking about. And for the record, can we be a little less dramatic about my advice please. I don't think premarital sex is the end all and be all of existence. I do think that growing up without exploring our sense of touch, however, is very damaging.
i thought we covered that. I've had the touch experience. remember?
hee hee
jelly, PLEASE delete that last post!!
how?
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