Миша! вот же зараза!
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*** I miss you.
There, I said it. I can't help it. Thinking of you makes me fondly remember listening to neighbors. I can't believe I just shared that with you! But when I write to you I can't help but feel like Alexander in *Fanny och Alexander* doing the oh... bellydance, please. and this makes me more open… or at least like I'm more capable of training walruses how to flip off dirty politicians.
Do you remember when we first met? You walked up to me and whispered, "r u kidding me?." Wow. That was quite a night! I often look at the pictures in fond reverie.
But now here I am locked away in this dark, damp, lonely castle, while you're out there gallivanting around wearing your sexy spaghetti hat living it up! And here's me, nothing to eat and the only thing to drink is Yoda's swamp water from Dagoba planet mixed with just a loving hint of some liquid in Ironman's armpit-sweat-extactor suit compartment..
I can almost imagine you're right here with me though. If you were, you could see that I'm wearing my very best gooey cotton-candy kilt. Maybe you can draw a picture of the two of us dressed as we are (you in your hat and me in my kilt) and email it back to me? I'll post it up in this horrid castle and study it religiously instead of spending all of my time desert which is fun, but a little exhausting on my tongue.
How am I doing? Well, to be honest I kind of feel hungry and maybe a little gassy. But that's just me being high maintenance. I just need company I think. Would you come visit me? Please do! But just be sure to bring an island cocktail of 'head shrinking' liquid . We can have fun with that!
Are you still interested in paleontology? When I look at that old photo of you posing with that triceratops jaw you found it always makes me feel like shouting: "A Gishwhes item gone bad!." But I probably shouldn't be living in the past like that. I mean, hell, I've got my morning face, wood-louse, Hairy Ass here to keep me entertained.
Oh! I received your letter! It was so nice of you to write: "Misha, Let me go.." Reading that made me feel like a heavenly dream made sweetly tangible before it exploded into a nightmare of epic proportions consisting of blood, sweat, and demon spittle.. And giddy. It made me giddy. Thank you.
At the very least, I suppose I shall see your photos from the next Gishwhes!
Your chicken until the end of time,
Misha