dear hanalei,

09Apr08

welcome to the writer’s workshop. i thought of you when edren mentioned this session would be correspondence.  i had to figure out a way to finagle you in.  especially since i can’t seem to find my stationary. i know it’s somewhere, but i think the stationary gnomes found my stash and used it to build paper mushroom houses.  damn you stationary gnomes!

i still have your letters, somewhere in my piles of things.  i laugh when i reread them, even when the subject isn’t anything to laugh about.  in the past 5 years we’ve been through a shit load of crap.  both good and bad.  with or without each other.  the journey has been insane.

i remember how we met. you complimented me on my make shift ankle brace.  my bum ankle gave out in chicago and it was wrapped in some random fabric i had packed along.  you noticed it and i laughed.  then through some odd small worldliness and several hilarious aim chat conversations, cali sluts was born. i’m excited to know what you’ll write.  i am always impressed with your words, your actions, your _fill_in_the_blank_here.

and forreals we need to hang out. sorry boston was such a bust.  hopefully, when i get a jobby job, i can pay to bring you out west.  so we can engage in some debauchery. debauchery without the crazy. or at least the crazy people.  yeah?

i still have your christmas gift. wait, do i?  it’s probably lost in my piles of crafty mccraftyness.

you’ll get it one day, i swear.

smell ya later,

lainey

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