oh now the snow’s stopped snowing
J and I started talking around this time of year, too– I mean for the first time– and one of our first extended conversations was an extremely silly attempt to decipher the lyrics of this song collaboratively by listening to it approximately six bajillion times in a row.
I still love this song.
(It’s “his arm and his wallet, too.”)
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I don’t feel up to talking today. I’m ok.
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ryn: I am, technically. They don’t have my poster up behind their till or owt though.
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I was very sorry to read about the loss of your husband on Michael’s diary. I hope you get through the anniversary ok.
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RYN: I run hot and cold on Morrison. I like most of the concepts, but sometimes his writing can be dense and inaccessible to me. Like in Final Crisis and his JLA run.
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And to think I was actually in the middle of replying to your email. Never mind eh. What would you like me to write about, Chelsea?
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^forget that, you’re right, no one wants to hear it. I’m sorry.
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Yeah well you were right, it was ridiculous. I’ll try and write summat less pathetic.
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ryn: you’re a teacher aren’t you? isn’t that almost the best of both worlds? to be able to impart wisdom and hand them back at the end of the day? for what it’s worth, the little pieces of wisdom you have imparted on me have been invaluable.
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