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Dear Steve,

How are you buddy? I mean, really, how are you? I can tell you are so fine from the picture. *grin* Sorry for the longest time to reply. I quit my job, actually, more of an AWOL. Things have not coursed in the right direction. I do not want to go on to details now. Hehehehe. Anyway, I have not read your first letter, because it was addressed to my former office. As you can see, I have no interest of whatsoever with them.

Oh yeah. I am looking forward of spending that time with you just hanging out. You are one of those few people I want to really be with. Have I told you that I gamble to write you for an uncertain zip code? I cannot find Dapecol on the map. I cannot even google it. But who cares, noh? I got your response. *smile*

Well, let me see, how am I doing as you asked? I am fine for now (like Oh God spare me from future madness). But hey I figure it out-Less human contact; Least hurt. I am just home trying out the grandeur of the domestication demands. Like, I am the replacement-mom. I am the big sister. I am the secretary slash assistant slash cook. I am trying to get an at-home job. And I got it. I am making websites. But I think I am going to quit too. Well at least the web developing part. I want to concentrate on the web content and design. I leave the other part to my partner, whom I still do not physically see. But he is soooooo nice. He even got this kick-ass cool girlfriend. She is weeeeeeee pretty.

I got injured. Cost me a 6 weeks being braced. I had a hairline collarbone fracture. I do not also want to go into details. Since, along with it is a great depression. I lost so much weight and dazzle. I feel dead. But thanks to my dad, he always has a way to lift my spirit. And that is, exiling me again to my grandma. Of course I do not want to leave home with all its amenities. Plus, it is so high-school-ish. My parents always toss me over to grandma whenever they cannot make sense out of me. But really, I was just depressed that time and I do not know how to tell them. My grandma is my light. She makes me calm and sparkling. *smile* Oh yeah, I am the oldest spoiled brat, I have ever known.


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