Ugh the empty bed pic hurts.

W: Wish you were here:

W: This is our bedroom

W: Here is the kitchen we were supposed to cook in:

P: Ugh the empty bed pic hurts. Jesus.

W: U r telling me. I can’t stop thinking of you. it’s miserable. I just keep thinking you should be here.

P: And no I have not read your blog. U told me not to, right? Should I read it? Is like every single interaction we have documented? That would be really cool actually.

W: I don’t want you to read it. maybe someday. but then you will know how pathetic i am.

P: I could still fly down....

W: that would set me back so far in this process.

P: Ur not pathetic. Come on. Why aren’t you at the beach?

P: I have to get my mom a christmas present. What do you think I should get her?

W: at the airport picking up brother. it’s 60 fucking degrees.

P: I don’t know what to get her....everyone else was pretty easy. Help!
P: Shit

P: I’m not coming then

W: omg! last minute keith, you could do a night in philly din and drinks

P: I do that like every year....they never redeem them.

W: ok how about something for her pool parties

P: Jeeze ok. Well let me know if you think of something.

P: Yes pool stuff! Good idea!

W: New fun towels or margarita glasses.

P: Right gotcha. I’m all over that thanks!

LATER......

W: I am crying at the pool where we were supposed to play. this sucks so bad:

W: I am mess Pennsylvania.

P: This isn’t premenstral week is it?

W: u guessed. bad time on its way.

W: i am in emotional hell.

P: If it’s any consolation I’ve only been at my folks for a few waking hours and I am in hell. It is making me feel physically sick. And it smells like salmon cakes.

W: Lol. I am glad u r in hell 2.

P: Well as long as it makes you feel better.

P: My mom just said fuck.

W: Fantastic. My fucking computer won’t connect to the internet. the blog is my only sanity.

P: Well you can write it and post it later...my mom said fuck again. She burnt herself on the fecal salmon cakes. HA!

W: Lol. oh I miss u penn.

P: Miss u too. Do you like Tulip?

W: She isn’t here until monday

P: Oh are you going to go scalloping? Why aren’t you at the pool or beach or bar or something? U should score some week from the bell boy. That would be good fodder for your blog.

W : Are L& L there? And I just got back from doing yoga at the pool. We are going to tour the island and then go to church. I figure i could use a little jc.

P: wtf

W: Ha! Don’t hate on xmas

P: Well I am going to stage 2 of hell at my aunts. Have fun at church. Let me know how it goes...pray for me

W: U need more than prayers.

P: Yep, I do. I need salmon in the shape of a football turd cake.

W: I hope santa brings you just that.

P: Luv u 2

P: Are you at church?

W: Just got back. it was cool. it was on the beach. I made a sand village and brother made a fire from the flames of the candle. saw dolphins. wish you were here. How’s your aunts?

P: That sounds cool. I wish u were at church. I was gonna send you dirty pictures. My aunts is ok. Everyone is already drunk. Im bored

W: Naughty. why don’t you just get drunk? did you open presents?

P: I am. It doesn’t really help. No. We open presents tomorrow.

W: Awww. well a big xmas hug to your bored self. why don’t you look something up on your beloved droid?

P: Thank. U too. Bla bla. That’s all i’ve done. My hand hurts. Gotta go. pizza and 7 fish time.

W: Enjoy my xmas ex.