I’ve been speaking to some of the brightest minds about the dilemma with this 18 year old. That’s why I’ve been away. I would’ve talked to you, but frankly, I don’t think you’re ready to deal with this calibre of relationshipness-advice stuff. I’m sorry.
Nonetheless, my worldly intelligent-like friends, have agreed that she’s just too freakin’ young. My Social Advisors have advisored me to hold off until she’s old enough to read and drive. See. I told you this was beyond your capabilities, Junior Varsity.
On the flip side, I’ve been entertaining a few of my middle-aged lady friends from the States. Turns out, they drink and giggle as much as I did when I was 18. These are conflicting times for me, ya’ll. And though they’re up in Paris for a few days, which may actually allow me to get some sleep and hope that this slipped disc in my neck reduces properly (too old for rollercoasters), I can’t help but miss them already. Especially cause they’ve been making dinner. And I’m hungry at the present.
I’d really like to share with you our Saturday at the Monaco Grand Prix, or our Sunday at the Cannes Film Festival, but secondary to your lack of quality advice on what to do with whatever-the-hell-her-name-was, I feel you should take the time to seriously think about your role here and what I expect from you. At the very least, you could clean the hair from my sink and shower wall. And do something with all these bras.
Should my drunken guests return, I’ll post photos of this Riveria excitement, for they have been taking all the pictures. And carrying the cameras. They’re good at carrying stuff. Like chap stick. Or children and lumber.
Nonetheless, my worldly intelligent-like friends, have agreed that she’s just too freakin’ young. My Social Advisors have advisored me to hold off until she’s old enough to read and drive. See. I told you this was beyond your capabilities, Junior Varsity.
On the flip side, I’ve been entertaining a few of my middle-aged lady friends from the States. Turns out, they drink and giggle as much as I did when I was 18. These are conflicting times for me, ya’ll. And though they’re up in Paris for a few days, which may actually allow me to get some sleep and hope that this slipped disc in my neck reduces properly (too old for rollercoasters), I can’t help but miss them already. Especially cause they’ve been making dinner. And I’m hungry at the present.
I’d really like to share with you our Saturday at the Monaco Grand Prix, or our Sunday at the Cannes Film Festival, but secondary to your lack of quality advice on what to do with whatever-the-hell-her-name-was, I feel you should take the time to seriously think about your role here and what I expect from you. At the very least, you could clean the hair from my sink and shower wall. And do something with all these bras.
Should my drunken guests return, I’ll post photos of this Riveria excitement, for they have been taking all the pictures. And carrying the cameras. They’re good at carrying stuff. Like chap stick. Or children and lumber.
