This is an entirely cute chat excerpt from september of last year:

(9:34:30 PM): ferguuuuussssssss
(9:34:40 PM): meeting?
(9:34:44 PM): tommorrow?
(9:34:47 PM): maybe?
(9:34:51 PM): I don’t knowwww
(9:35:15 PM): come on…
(9:35:41 PM): magically hear my instant messages in your brain and come back so I don’t have to call you..
(9:35:54 PM): you’re probably asleep already anyway.
(9:37:00 PM): *sigh*
(9:37:07 PM): now I have to decide whether or not to call you now
(9:37:35 PM): your family doesn’t really go to sleep early
(9:37:53 PM): but all the mayonaise might have made lydia sleepy or something….
(9:37:55 PM): hmmm
(9:38:53 PM): I don’t want to make these kinds of decisions
(9:39:20 PM): no one’s really mentioned a meeting…
(9:39:24 PM): so
(9:39:29 PM): I don’t know
(9:40:25 PM): I think i’ll take a shower
(9:41:01 PM): ciao, querido

She’s refering as to whether or not we have a Gay/Straight Alliance meeting the next morning. The mayonaise (sic) comment refers to an particularly gross lice treatment Lydia’s school nurse recommended her. You’ve never lived if you haven’t seen your sister walk around with a towelful of mayonnaise on her head.

Yours in postlessness ~ LittleZephyr

Ahh. Childhood injuries always make good conversational topics later on in life:

When I was 8 or 9, my family got home from some kind of out of town trip. My pent up energies took the best of me so I decided to run around and finally contented myself by swinging between two adjacent cars’ door handles.

One swing too hard and I found my self laying face down on the asphalt with a dull pain in my mouth and pool of blood forming under my face. Standing up I found a shocked look on a sister face while I was dragged inside my the parents.

Appearing inside I found myself missing around half of the front tooth that took the impact and a chip off the other. Weeks later I get a crown on the broken one and leave the chipped one as is. Months later I find the root of the chipped one has died as the tooth turns a sickly gray.

Years later I find that the root of the broken one has started an infection in my face and bones. X-Rays and examinations determine that a small amount of bone has been eaten away by the infection. I had surgery to remove the broken tooth, and additional bone mineral inserted into my face.

I now have a partial denture (what they call a flipper): I wear out of the house. It’s always good for popping out at parties to scare small children.

I’m working on many of those features I talked about way back when, but haven’t done anything too amazing yet.

I do all my work on the live feed, probably not a good idea, but it’s always exciting. For example. because of some MySQL database problems, the feed hasn’t been working for the last day or so.

Sorry, but anyway, I’m working on the feed, it’s gonna be cool. Tell a friend about it. The more people that see it the better.