japa hapa in seoul

Saturday, September 16, 2006

update

J got out of surgery two days ago. They releaved the pressure in his brain and he will probably make it. The trouble is that I went to his apartment and someone had bfroken in and trashed it. The police are coming there now.

posted by Melinda @ 1:08 AM  

4 Comments:

  • At 3:23 PM, Blogger Heavy Critters said…

    Mel,

    You know this is bullshit, I know this is bullshit. It's too much to happen in such a short period of time. We know this. Iak and his "crew" have the collective IQ of a spider monkey.

    But I, mon cheri, I could read to you before bed. Shakespeare, Kerouac, Hemingway, Byron, etc. We could settle down, have beautiful little japa hapa babies together.

    Let's run away together. Just you and I. I don't comment here often. Yes, I play poker online, but am not obsessed like the others (Iakaris, Sirfwalgman, etc.). I see you for you.

    If things are truly as you say they are, then J won't even know you when he wakes up.

    Wouldn't you rather be with someone who loves you, can MAKE love to you...NOW? Someone you don't have to coax into remembering you? Someone who can touch your sweet body and can connect to your very soul?

    Ahhhh, love is fickle, my sweet. You have made Ick fall for your sweet, sweet, wicked fantasy, but I will not.

    I know you are fond of me, as I am of you.

    Email me and let me know your heart's desire, and I will bring it to you.

    With much, much love,

    Bloody P

     

  • At 7:14 PM, Blogger Melinda said…

    Bloody p is right.
    You made a mistake. Get ready. I am coming.

     

  • At 7:21 PM, Blogger Melinda said…

    you live in a town of 3600 people and you post pictures of your house on the internet, yet you insult a man in a coma? Be ready. Dodge county is not so far away.

     

  • At 9:48 AM, Blogger Heavy Critters said…

    My sweet,

    I was not insulting him. He is in a coma. Nothing can be done about that. It's terrible, I know. It's a sad, sad truth in a mad, mad world.

    I just moved to this town to get away from the insanity of the city (Minneapolis) and find the inner "P".

    He wants you. This despicable "P" wants only you. He wants only to hold you, and talk to you and comfort you. And an occaisional peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

    And that's it.

    Maybe a cigarette now and again, but nothing more.

    I hope J recovers fully, honestly I do, but not until you are safely in the lush, green, rolling hills of central Wisconsin. In my arms.

    Holla back.

     

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