Dear Ilea:


Dear Ilea,

I’m sorry I didn’t get ahold of you. I realized when I got to Boston that I had neither your e-mail address or your phone number. AIM was monopolized by others so even if you had been on chances still wouldn’t have been good. I dropped the ball on this one, sorry. :(

  • Ilea

    ?! Dude! S'all good! There's plenty of time for jello! There's ALWAYS ROOM for jello.

    Catch you on da flipside!

    Geez...ole Maurice really did have a bad night.

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