Happy Birthday Korey!

When did we get so old darlin? How did that happen? We are so old I am not even gonna count for ya. Consider that your present from meeee! What I do know is that you are still older than I am. It's true though, we do keep getting better and better. Chalk it up to our dorkey adolescence. I guess all that Cure and black eye liner paid off. And reading too. We were always big fans of big words.

Now that I am back here it is everpresent that you were such a big part of helping me survive this East Coast existence. And getting to San Francisco. I don't know how either of us would have made it there without each other. And *star booty* of course. Remember when we were so cold in Boston waiting for the T that our hair would freeze into icicles? Yeah, its kinda like that right now for me. You helped me keep (and cultivate) my humor that helped me be funny instead of bitter. Thanks. Where is that Christmas card we made, with us standing there waiting and freezing? Me with my scarf, you with your smoke, or was it the other way around? I am so glad we never did step in front of the Lexus. Although the payoff would have been swell.

We are old enough now to know that Tang and Tuna is not the breakfast of champions. That word processors do not stand up to laptops (especially when they are stolen our first night in SF OUCHY). . That "Ugly" will not neccesarily be able to be our bio birth child. That themostwonderfulthingintheworld doesn't necessarily cause all natural disasters. Ok maybe some of them. That our disco lunch show will not save the world, but it does help, a lot. And that we need to keep investing in expensive eye creams. Thanks again for turning me on to them at the ripe age of 23. They sure paid off!

I am glad that you are back in SF, holding down the fort for me. I wish you a beautiful day. I hope M. takes you out for some great birthday fun, you deserve it. Don't grow into an ol' furnickity librarian now. I am counting on you to start the first porno section ever in a college library. I know I would've spent a lot more time in the Bradford library if it had a porn section. We did have that hot Vladmir guy in the library though. And of course Beth was very porn. Even though they were both a bit crackers. Oh well. Don't go crazy like them, ok? OK.

Alright my dear, have a beautiful one. Big love, C~*

post script, this is the comment added by Korey, a true account of a holiday present gone wrong in Boston circa 1994(?)
Shit, I did do that, didn't I? OMG moist panties? Ahh! Christie, this brightened my day, and made me reminisce for days gone by. SF is not the same without you. It's good to be back but also different. Who knows, maybe we'll join you on the east coast soon. My memory from Boston (read in the voice of Sofia Petrillo of Golden Girls fame) Picture it: Boston, 1994. A lovely young girl, poor yet plucky, decides to bake up a gargantuan batch of gingerbread to share with friends and family. In her magnanimous haste, she may have added a bit too much baking powder, who knows? It was cold, and the oven was the only source of heat in their tenament. Well, that and the electric blanket they huddled under when they were too toe up to invite a trick home. Anyway, she baked her ass off, but soon the apt. was filled with a black smell, a charred smell, and gingerbread was virtually shooting from the oven. The lovely young girl shrieked, then she grabbed a glad bag and summoned her roomate to help her shovel that charred brown love loaf into the bag. But it was too late. the surly yet hot Boston fire dept. had been summoned, and marched through the door axe in hand. The lovely young girl, waving the smoke from her face, said this: "What, you never bake?" And then they laughed, and ate raw gingerbread mix. The end. P.S. Why do you look so much prettier in that picture? I guess i am older. I'm going out for moisturizer now.