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Dec. 6th, 2007 09:54 amSo, this morning as I'm driving to class (omg, the rain, it be here) I'm listening to the radio jockeys talking about this little boy. He made a list for Santa, but instead of putting toys on his list, he wanted food. Now, he's not starving, or anything - single mom with another brother, but they're managing - he just wants something other than hamburger helper for Christmas.
So I was thinking, dear flist:
What things for Christmas do you want that aren't things, but experiences/time with family/etc?
If that makes sense outside my own head.
In other news:
Dear Orthopedics prof:
Plz to be respecting class time.
No love,
Me.
Dear Starbucks Dude:
No, really, it's okay that you put whipped cream on my mocha. It comes right off, see? You're making me feel bad for saying something. I just wanted to make sure I wasn't stealing someone else's morning cup of alertness. No, seriously. Stoppit.
Much love,
Me.
Dear Rain:
I know CA needs you. Even if rainy days aren't my favorite. So I promise not to whine too much.
Conditional love,
Me.
So I was thinking, dear flist:
What things for Christmas do you want that aren't things, but experiences/time with family/etc?
If that makes sense outside my own head.
In other news:
Dear Orthopedics prof:
Plz to be respecting class time.
No love,
Me.
Dear Starbucks Dude:
No, really, it's okay that you put whipped cream on my mocha. It comes right off, see? You're making me feel bad for saying something. I just wanted to make sure I wasn't stealing someone else's morning cup of alertness. No, seriously. Stoppit.
Much love,
Me.
Dear Rain:
I know CA needs you. Even if rainy days aren't my favorite. So I promise not to whine too much.
Conditional love,
Me.