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aruanWent to the post office earlier today and got the package she called twice about that she sent insured and was therefore not entrusted to the care of the Murphree Commons desk.
She knows what I like. Also, she knows that I'm a sad creature who doesn't possess a lick of personal body heat who occasionally forgets to take care of herself and has a weakness for chocolate.
The contents as they unfolded:
-The New York Times Crossword Puzzle Desk Calendar for 2003! She's watched me spend hours poring over the damn things, cluttering her counter space with dictionaries and sprinting across the house to Google 45 across. Because she does nothing if not encourage my endeavors.
-Five blank videotapes! Because she knows I forget and the tears that ensue.
-An industrial-size box of contact lens solution! Because sometimes, wholesale is just more practical.
-Socks! Orange Calvin Klein knee socks just because! Athletic crew socks and thin black dress socks perfect for layering underneath! Because she knows how fucking freezing my dorm room gets even in the thousand-degree Florida heat, and that the surest way to unhappiness is cold toes.
-The softest most inviting heather grey lounging pants ever! Because she knows how hard I looked.
-A pink top with built-in support! Because she knows the bains of boobage.
-A Tupperwareful of rugalagh! Or however you spell that! Because she knows my weaknesses.
-The "Itty Bitty" Booklight! Because she knows my roommate is a reasonable human being with nominally accepted habits whereas I'm up until the asscrack of dawn and then some, reading without nearly enough illumination.
-A new Crest Spinbrush with Scope-infused toothpaste! Because she loves my teeth almost as much as I do, and the old one got lost in the shuffle somewhere.
-A mini Raspberry Chocolate torte! Because birthdays are birthdays, dorm-size fridge and all.
-Magazines! Cinescape's Fall TV issue! Writer's Journal! The Official 2002 Buffy Yearbook! Because she knows I'm a junkie. Because she knows I have lofty dreams. Because she's wonderfully tolerant and happily indulgent of my teenieness.
-And finally, the coup de grace, the final and most salient bit of proof that she loves me unconditionally - the official *NSYNC 16-month calendar! ::takes a deep, shuddery, tearful breath and hugs it to herself by proxy:: Because she understands.
She makes me believe.
She knows what I like. Also, she knows that I'm a sad creature who doesn't possess a lick of personal body heat who occasionally forgets to take care of herself and has a weakness for chocolate.
The contents as they unfolded:
-The New York Times Crossword Puzzle Desk Calendar for 2003! She's watched me spend hours poring over the damn things, cluttering her counter space with dictionaries and sprinting across the house to Google 45 across. Because she does nothing if not encourage my endeavors.
-Five blank videotapes! Because she knows I forget and the tears that ensue.
-An industrial-size box of contact lens solution! Because sometimes, wholesale is just more practical.
-Socks! Orange Calvin Klein knee socks just because! Athletic crew socks and thin black dress socks perfect for layering underneath! Because she knows how fucking freezing my dorm room gets even in the thousand-degree Florida heat, and that the surest way to unhappiness is cold toes.
-The softest most inviting heather grey lounging pants ever! Because she knows how hard I looked.
-A pink top with built-in support! Because she knows the bains of boobage.
-A Tupperwareful of rugalagh! Or however you spell that! Because she knows my weaknesses.
-The "Itty Bitty" Booklight! Because she knows my roommate is a reasonable human being with nominally accepted habits whereas I'm up until the asscrack of dawn and then some, reading without nearly enough illumination.
-A new Crest Spinbrush with Scope-infused toothpaste! Because she loves my teeth almost as much as I do, and the old one got lost in the shuffle somewhere.
-A mini Raspberry Chocolate torte! Because birthdays are birthdays, dorm-size fridge and all.
-Magazines! Cinescape's Fall TV issue! Writer's Journal! The Official 2002 Buffy Yearbook! Because she knows I'm a junkie. Because she knows I have lofty dreams. Because she's wonderfully tolerant and happily indulgent of my teenieness.
-And finally, the coup de grace, the final and most salient bit of proof that she loves me unconditionally - the official *NSYNC 16-month calendar! ::takes a deep, shuddery, tearful breath and hugs it to herself by proxy:: Because she understands.
She makes me believe.
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