When my doorbell rang, I thought I was finally getting my package of clothes from La Redoute. As I walked down to the front door I realized that La Redoute had never sent me a shipping confirmation email, so it couldn't be my order.
Then I thought maybe RedSox sent me flowers. He does that once in a while to brighten my hellish days of studying. Again, though, the florist usually calls to let me know I have a delivery.
Could the package be for Roomate? It's possible, but she is an intelligent person and would never order something for delivery while she is gone for a month.
I grab the package and see that it has been sent from Colorado. When I get upstairs, I open it to find a Colorado Avalanche t-shirt, a Denver Nuggets t-shirt and a Nuggets water bottle.
There is a card with a cat sitting in a litter box, asking me "What's the Latest Scoop?" Inside I read "Hope you get some mileage out of these gifts. Thinking of you, WhiteRapper."
I sent him a thank you email.
The latest scoop is that I'm still where I left off when he and I last spoke... I'm with RedSox... and WhiteRapper has no idea.
I have no excuse for not telling him about RedSox. The truth is I like to keep my options open, and I love the attention. Couldn't be a predator any other way.
Wednesday, 6 June 2007
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