sailboat

mister, can you please send a care package already? i miss my mix mini discs and typed letters. write me [so i can write you back]!

ps london in june. promise! you better still be there.

hello. do you still check this? you were in my dream again! you were on tour in some backwater australian town and your tour bus was shaped like a block of flats. we hung out!

i hope you are well xx

sigh, le sailboat, sigh! i want to, i do i do! you should be pleased to know i am putting good money away every week for a trip to cold wet london at the end of the year. i promise! last time i was there i was lead astray down a set of dirty stone steps and into a dark dank wine cellar that looked like a dungeon. wow wow wee! it was neat. i like your picture. mmm hiding away drinking wine with my favourite pen pal. again, sigh.

time for some old news. you spoke in my dream. it makes me giggle. i think i know you, but i do not. i eagerly await your parcel! i check the mail box everyday. finding surprise money is such a bonus. how was your club night? i bet it was a success!

yay i cannot wait for its arrival!

i miss you.

you should, cats are the best

you alone in a room with guitar hero? sigh.

have you tried the london eye?

two words. great + news!

ps i think i am allowed one tiny comment because i wrote you a postcard today.

i checked the bible. you did not keep the sabbath? bad!

lol j/k!

so did you get it? did you did you? umm, just curious.