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Look what John has to say about this type of email.
I want this car.
I want to avoid car payments.
I want this refrigerator.
I want to keep house costs down.
I want this sofa.
I don't want to be defined by my furniture.
I want this espresso machine.
I want to live simply.
I want this camera.
I want to get rid of all my belongings.
I want...
$2 - breakfast burrito from street vendor.
$3.07 - coffee from (clearly) fancy coffee house.
$5.07 less toward my 'move to tropical island' scheme.
Looks great, doesn't it?
This comment hits perhaps too close to home:
"Hey, really neat narrative. I hope you're not gonna waste the opportunity and not turn your travelogue and the pix you took into a book"
Talking in a relationship. The speech affectations. The words that have been modified for, you know, "cuteness".
I hate that stuff.
And I've sure said some dopey stuff along the way.
And look how the problem is compounded with kids. That's it, another reason not to have kids: baby talk.
Bumper sticker on a late model convertible camaro parked in my work garage:
"Women control the pussy, men could at least control themselves!"
Yikes.
Is this the female response?
What does the driver of this car look like?
13 laps this morning.
13 laps of trying to stroke, breathe and kick.
31 years of same in life.
22 inches in 24 hours.
No friends on powder days.
Everyone is your friend on a powder day.
The lift line in the morning has a totally different tone. It's quieter, more businesslike. The only lift conversation is which run first and where next.
Few things approach sex, that run down Spaulding was getting close.