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This is The Kind of Letter I Write

I wrote this email to Sarah today, and I thought I would post it here because I am feeling that way. Enjoy.


I cannot swing ANY free hotel. So now both Jess and Mykul… AND YOU… are trying to find out how I can stay in San Jose for teh cheap or, preferably, teh free.. so now we’re back to the week. There’s no reason to shorten it to the weekend if I’m not going to get a free hotel. So, the week. Week of April. Go back to being psyched or what have you.

Since we are doing this whole LETTER WRITING DANCE—I dunno if I ever told you this but I talked to this girl from OKC on AIM and she was like “HELLO” and I was like “hey” and she was like “whats UP” and I was like “nothing” and then a little later she was like “that’s TOTALLY awesome, like once I GRABBED something and it was HOT” (she did not actually say that but you’ll see what the point is shortly) and I said, “do you just randomly hit capslock on accident or is this some form of internet tourette’s I was previously unaware of?” and she said “just imagine i’m saying that stuff LOUDLY” and I was like “wow you must be a really annoying person”—I might as well tell you about MY DAY

I HAVE BEEN MANIC ALL DAY WHAT IS GOING ON

I know you wont be able to drive. Lucky for you, I LOVE TO DRIVE. That is the first thing in this whole letter that has warranted capital letters. I love to drive, it’s great, I drive everyone everywhere even if I don’t have to.

So anyway! My day!

I went to BOTANY—i’m going to stop doing that now—and it was relatively boring UNTIL—shit, I lied—we got into random groups of five people for our big group research project involving radishes. everyone loves radishes. so we have to set up an experiment and blah blah, but the point is.. somehow, in a group of 18-19 year olds—which made me feel real old since i’m 22 and we were talking about alcohol and then i learned that none of them can legally drink and that made me feel really old—i managed to start talking about the cons of water based sexual lubricants and the pros of silicon based ones. i turned to the two guys in my group and said, “so, remember, boys, some water based lubricants can cause problems for your lady friends due to all the glycerine!” and they both looked at me like they were the biggest virgins in the world and then I felt REALLY OLD. But the 19 year old girl in our group just laughed, and not like giggled because I said something dirty but laughed as in… as in she wasn’t paying attention and thought i said something funny due to my tone of voice.

So, mania ;| It’s definitely a nice change from the depressive stupor i was in a week ago, crap.

Also, funny story, the other day on OKC I was browsing journals and I came across this girl in texas who was crying about how she had a six month old daughter and her boyfriend wouldn’t marry her and her life sucked. So, mostly involuntarily I posted a comment that said, “Maybe you should just kill yourself.”

And then a few minutes later I posted, “Oh, gosh, that was uncalled for, I didn’t mean to post that, sorry.”

And I forgot all about it.

The next day I got out of the shower and I look at my phone and there’s a call from a 210 area code that I missed. And I’m like, “210? Where is that?” So I google it, and then i’m like “WHO THE HELL WOULD CALL ME FROM TEXAS?”

And then I remembered. Texas. Oh, oh, oh no.

So I jump on OKC and there’s a message from her saying she was intrigued and wanted to know why I’d tell her to kill herself and, oddly enough, she seemed genuinely interested in talking to me. So we’ve been chatting on AIM and she’s pretty cool.

Kinda weird.

Anyhoo, find me a place to stay in San Jose.

– Brad

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