I keep getting these weird letters from a friend from Connecticut. We used to go out, I was her Sadie Hawkin's date. She was short and I was tall and dancing doesn't work that way. But it makes you laugh because you're stuck in a stupid high school dance, in the cafeteria, listening to god knows what teeny bopper music wearing dumb clothes and hanging out with people you avoid in the halls.
Ericka goes out of her way to cut out very sexual pictures from any magazinee she has laying around. Not entire pictures, but parts - lips and asses and breasts. She sticks them on the envelope, on the letter, on pictures of her and her boyfriend. Its freaky seeing your friend with a 36D chest and a pushup bra and knowing that his girlfriend wanted him to look that way when she sent the picture a friend.
I love it. I keep forgetting to send a care package her way, I have so many stickers, shirts and trinkets that I have absolutely no use for or thought they may want and enjoy. Spreading the wealth isn't easy if you remember the shipping costs for these things. I vaguely remember talking to her boyfriend about how we would send care packages of beef jerky, toilet paper, expired food and mix tapes back and forth, but nether one of us have yet. I guess I'll wait till one of em comes here to visit, or use the old 'Free postage, care of the blind' trick.
For now, thanks Ericka, keep sending me what you got, I still want you to make me some pants, all mine have holes in them.
