ok, the silence is as deafening as wankus and swami talking over each other in fm-voice on what's the really important news. arab, did monkey's mom sound like she was hot? did you hit on her, and how forward were you? throughout micronesia, there's the legend that one day an arab and an ape will align as father and son and that the 9-armed demon will release them from centuries of savagery and goodwill t-shirts featuring spike lee and michael jordan.

it's awesome having you back, and i can finally stop paying that old catholic chick to hobble around mourning and muttering things in italian since it's too cold to do it myself. one of the four, maybe five wise things i can share is it's always a good idea to silently steal away at night if you're leaving something-it makes it easier to come back. vanishing and becoming unreachable is much safer than letting them know you want to break up and risking an unpleasant and emotional wounded-animal situation and you've got at least a week to claim family emergency. i made it 2.5 weeks the summer after highschool before it was apparent i missed sex more than i minded defects, but i think it'd be hilarious to try with a girl with major abandonment issues. i need to sleep before the psychosis from searching for mattcasey's posts gets worse.