Appeal for mail.
I have definitely not received enough mail during my time here. There have been a few attempts, some postal mix-ups, but basically I have only the Fedder family and my grandmother to thank. I feel like a failure abroad. Isn't a measure of your social success equal to the amount of post sent your way by loved ones? Haha, I'm only kidding, of course, but some mail would be nice (the fishing doesn't end).
My address, to avoid any further confusion, is:
431 Fraser Court
Romero Place
Dalkeith Road
Edinburgh EH16 5BJ Great Britain
It's a lovely address, don't you think?
Well, this weekend has been an uneventful one. We did go to Establishment on Friday, which was good fun, besides the fact that I had been bold enough to wear Pamela's 4-inch high black stilettos - which my feet promptly thanked me for during the massive queue. But a good time was had by all, thanks to cheap drinks and fantastic dance music (I eventually just took off the shoes, cuffed my jeans and went for it, American style). Last night was quiet, spent some time watching the classic chick flick, Bridget Jones's Diary, with Pamela and Paul (going to see the new one on Monday, I believe). The days have been spent mostly curled up with Jeremy Bentham, daydreaming about the economic implications of the greatest good for the greatest number. Ah, yes.
My sister is going to be here in less than a week!!!
My address, to avoid any further confusion, is:
431 Fraser Court
Romero Place
Dalkeith Road
Edinburgh EH16 5BJ Great Britain
It's a lovely address, don't you think?
Well, this weekend has been an uneventful one. We did go to Establishment on Friday, which was good fun, besides the fact that I had been bold enough to wear Pamela's 4-inch high black stilettos - which my feet promptly thanked me for during the massive queue. But a good time was had by all, thanks to cheap drinks and fantastic dance music (I eventually just took off the shoes, cuffed my jeans and went for it, American style). Last night was quiet, spent some time watching the classic chick flick, Bridget Jones's Diary, with Pamela and Paul (going to see the new one on Monday, I believe). The days have been spent mostly curled up with Jeremy Bentham, daydreaming about the economic implications of the greatest good for the greatest number. Ah, yes.
My sister is going to be here in less than a week!!!
posted by Melinda at 5:25 PM
2 Comments:
hey stop making me feel guilty. this is uncle kevin I never got your address, not that I tried hard but I asked about you often. I just recieved your guinness post card and got on the internet right away.miss u very much but too late to send mail now, youll be home in two days. I cant wait to hear all about it and im sorry for being a terrible uncle . Make it up to you when your back in the states. peace out nigga
why hasnt my first comment been posted yet Im probably doing it wrong I hate these fucking computers and im impatient
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