Happy BELATED birthday Juleeee! Can't wait to see you two next month. I have something for you I was going to send by mail, but it can wait til I see you me thinks! luv.
Happy, happy, birthday, baby! Hope you have a great day tomorrow!! Give yourself, Jason, and Syd a big, fat, sloppy kiss for me!! Hope you got to see some of the pics from the trip on Facebook. I don't put much on here anymore.
Oh Juleee! I miss yer tuner bones too! And btw, I wrote half of the story bout our friend Trish on the train ride home. Still have to finish it, but I also have something else to send you by snail mail soon!
Maybe we can get something started in August when I come to LA!!! Hopefully, when I drive with my sis to Seattle, I will fly to LA before heading home. Don't know exactly when but want to do this really badly!!! Will let ya know more when I know.
Ever wondered what to do in the event of a nuclear threat?
A while ago I found stuff that inspired me to make this film:
Living Under the Shadow of the Nuclear Umbrella
Both artistic (ensure you get the background music!) and educational, it primarily comprises official British government civil defence advice.
Though source materials are quite aged, much remains relevant today.
I encourage all to visit the YouTube page to learn more (Show support! Rate! Comment!) and responsibly circulate as widely as possible, here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UaIim3Rj7L4
Good to have you as a friend! So great to see the internet in action this way, shortening distances between people.
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I miss yer face...and yer smell...and yer husband...and yer dog...and yer cat...and yer underarm hair...and yer pumpkin pie...and yer laugh...and yer dancing...and yer singing...and yer dryer lint...and yer mumbling. Actually, sometimes I think I still hear you guys talking downstairs. It's kinda creepy when I'm alone, in the dark. Auditory hallucinations?
