to my friends:

[thejunipertree]

You each get a message.
Well. Some of you.

Wemble: I've got a present for you when you get back from GenCon.

Carrie: You've got presents coming to you in the mail when I get off my lazy ass.

Ninja: Come hang out. We'll protest the closing of Orange Julius.

Beth: You still need to come to Jersey Hell and hang out with me.

Dani: I don't know if Cynthia has gotten a hold of you, but if you need a ride to Horrorfind, I'm your girl. Oh, and are you rooming with us?

Monday: OMD

Peet: Thank you once again for you skillz.

Everyone all at once: My mother's chemo went fine today, despite the fact that I had four hours of sleep under my belt. She seems to be doing okay, so far. No noticeable change in her status, but this can always change. Love and thanks to all of you who wished us luck. We need all we can get.

One love!

Comments

[verminefasciste.livejournal.com]

aww! how neat of you! thanks! & don't think you'll be free of the wrath of "carrie is getting rid of shit" either! hee! ONE LOVE!^%


(smuggle me some caffeine! ee!)

[meetzemonsta.livejournal.com]

I've had these presents for a couple weeks now, but am a very bad girl.
They originally were supposed to be for a "cheer Carrie up" care package, after the trauma of not moving to NYC.

Now, I reckon it's a "Carrie be my number one ho" package.

hee!

[verminefasciste.livejournal.com]

awwww! what a fucking sweetheart you are. damn. aww.