Happy Birthday to -b
-b is off again to visit his parents in wonderful Texarkana. While there he emailed a few things to me. Here is an portion of that email.
i think i fried my brain talking like that. no really. there is this spot where the pain is so acute that i feel certain that there will be an implosion or something on that portion of my brain. hurts. bad.
so yesterday, and i'm not making this up, i was told i need to do a number of things with my life. among them:
- go to law school
- get married
- find jesus
- start taking psyhotropic drugs
okay so i added that last one, but only after receiving that advice and almost going stir crazy. i was thinking how some lithium, or possibly even electroschock therapy, would jolt me right back into reality, and i'd be spared the misery of what MUST be a bad dream. sadly i know it wasn't. some people.
i must now dispatch this email. oh btw, aol tech answered my rather pointed email and advised that i should A) make sure i'm not using a beta version of AOL. B) make sure i'm dialed in. C) use a third party browser. D) uninstall and then reinstall aol. i have a four letter word that begins with "fuck" and ends with "you" to describe my reaction to that response. bitchards....
now i must carry own wit' my blest day. blessin's own you R.
-b
I can only conclude that his parents are also on some sort of drugs after suggesting that to him
Until Later,
R.