8-Ply

My friends. Since I last wrote, ST has had a one man party (I think we all know what that means) and Eddie has found his WAN again. (Willy and Nuts?) Anyway, there seems to be a lot of self gratification around, so I feel like I ought to share this: I have struck out with exactly 2 girls since arriving in Osage.

One girl, Steph, was an old friend from High School. I was joking with my mother that Steph and I should be married. My sister, Meghan (who was better friends with S. than I was), said that marrige would be unadvisable due to the probable outcome of the nasty degree inwhich our children would be mentally malformed. She's right, truely, for Stephanie is a female version of MUNGO. If Steph and I had kids, they'd turn out to be whacked out, cracked out, high strung, long hung, rumplestiltskins. And they'd be absolutely beautiful. So I can't date Steph. Besides, she has a boyfriend. Lee. Okay, then the other girl, Nikki. Don't know much about her. Sweet tushka, though. Holy crap. Possibley top 5 poop shoots I have ever seen. Made me want to fall out of my booth when she walked away to refill the coffee pot. She also had a sweet smile and a sweet way about her. Annoying voice though. I might have cut out her tounge or something. And I'd probably regret doing that...so I let her be.

My brother is a discusting mess. I don't like him very much.

My sister, Meghan, is down in Ames (Iowa State) and I will be visiting her this upcoming weekend.

My sister, Caitlin, will be starting school soon. She's still my little darling, but I'm begining to see that she's not quite as inoccent as I had hoped. She's 18 and has a fairly serious boyfriend, Daniel.

My father has an absessed tooth. It's leaking puss into his jaw. He and I stayed out until 2:30 a.m. last night at Denny's. We drank coffee, read books, and talked about future plans. His and mine.

My mother is sick. She's still in bed and it's 3:52 p.m. I'm supposed to be driving up to Milaca Minnesota with her tomorrow to chill with my granny. I might end up driving there alone.

Sara Jean Weber was laid off. That surprises me because she was the head of two departments. She is confident that if she went back and asked to be hired back on that she would be, but at the cost of another employee who would know what was going on. Tough choice. But she's drawing unemployment and doesn't expect this to last too long.

There is a very sexy girl sitting two computers away from me. She doens't look very old. I gotta get out of here. There is something very wrong with my brain.

Okay, nevermind. She left. I asked her, "Hey, do you know if today is the 24th?" She thought about it and said, "It is." It was a very well built sentance and the perfect responce to my question. Her voice was smooth and sweet, and I wanted to hold it close.

I'm wearing an 8-ply friendship bracelet that Sara Jean gave me.

Peace and Love,
Mungo