12.26.04 :: 7:11 pm

in 24 hours i'm crushing you with all125 pounds of my love.

I hope your shirts fit. Because, my bunny, I threw away the receipts in a fit of Costanza-wallet despair.

I can't wait for New Year's Eve. Because it'll be me and you and my girls and nothing on earth could be more exciting and fun.

And, apropos of a great evening at her place last night, I want to say that I think her man T is a "top-drawer" kind of guy and the two of you should be friends because two top-drawer gents hanging out together is at least one of a few signs that the universe is in proper, working order.

Have a safe flight home.
I've missed you to death.


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