Happy early birthday babe. I'm glad you're living it up in NYC and I can't wait to visit you once I'm done with law school and the Bar this summer. Btw, my 25th bday is on August 25th, so if you want an excuse to visit/party in Nova/DC and eat homemade Persian food to your heart's content, open house for fun! Hope you have a great day.
A truly poetic photograph from freshman year at college still haunts me. David swears that it was not staged and that it shows him genuinely sleeping. He lies in a disheveled sleeping bag, a too-small football helmet nearly falling off his head as he turns his slackjawed face to the side. Davids expression here indicates such supreme exhaustion, such dizzily overwrought and longsuffering weariness, that you must laugh. Yet behind the insanity is a serious artist who can make baritone arias resonate in the back of his skull; look smashing in eighteenth-century breeches and tricorner hat; and squeeze enough energy out of tofu to criss-cross this nations great cities in rollerblades. You would have to go to Borneo or some place to find another like him.
I haven't seen David in years. That's
just the way we like it. He slept on
my floor for a week once and I never
heard from him again. At night, you
can still find me silently whispering
his name.
How can one man have 123 Friendsters
Don't bogart the Friendsters! Anyway...
I once called David only by his last
name. I think I was misguidedly afraid
he was impinging on a budding romance
of mine. Well, I was certainly wrong
about that. Soon after, David proved
his merit and quicksilver wit a few too
many times for me to just disregard
him, so we became friends. Without the
co-op system from whose sprouty loins
we both sprang, however, none of this
would have happened and I'd be living
in Vegas working out of a Crate &
Barrel box on the Strip. Have fun out
there, David, but save some fun for me.
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just the way we like it. He slept on
my floor for a week once and I never
heard from him again. At night, you
can still find me silently whispering
his name.
Don't bogart the Friendsters! Anyway...
I once called David only by his last
name. I think I was misguidedly afraid
he was impinging on a budding romance
of mine. Well, I was certainly wrong
about that. Soon after, David proved
his merit and quicksilver wit a few too
many times for me to just disregard
him, so we became friends. Without the
co-op system from whose sprouty loins
we both sprang, however, none of this
would have happened and I'd be living
in Vegas working out of a Crate &
Barrel box on the Strip. Have fun out
there, David, but save some fun for me.