Remember me?

your sweat is still on my carpet.

Dear Billy Blanks ™,

Hi.

Uh, I guess the first thing I should do is list my excuses, right? Do you want to hear them first, or last? Because I’m pretty sure you’ve heard the words, “I’ve been busy” three thousand times over the past couple of years. Maybe I should spare you. The important thing here is that I’ve reached out.

It had been a long time since you and I looked at each other, eye-to-incredibly-sweaty-eye. And yesterday I was a bit inspired, so I popped in the Advanced Live 7 tape, wondering if I still could achieve Warrior status.

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randomly yours.

miss one monday and jeff gets pissy (and eric requests some content)

I’m filled with guilt, as last night Jeff told me that he was very disappointed that I hadn’t updated. He’s got that motherly guilt-trip thing going where he “knows you’re busy” but that he was “really looking forward to it” and you just have to go and update right away because otherwise you’re a bad kid. So, here, Jeff. I’m updating.

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being eric malkovich

it’s just a quick portal jump

Yesterday afternoon.
Inside Eric’s head

D’oh! I forgot to get cat food again. Maybe pamie picked some up. “Mmm-him-hmm-hmm-heehmm Water! She’s got, duh-da, duh-da-im-him-hum, Lady!”

I love this song. Oh, quick turn! Pamie would have closed her eyes when I made that turn if she were here. Let’s see, do I remember my lines for tonight? No. That’s okay, I’ll learn them. I’m the line master. Linealito.

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Oh, Man.

hiding under the futon didn’t help

Sometimes you look up and it’s already time to go home. It’s not even a good excuse for not having an entry today, but that’s the only one I got right now.

Birthday Week is still going on, since someone told me it’s not over until the last present’s opened. In addition to an amazon.com gift certificate, someone sent me a mix tape in the mail. Unfortunately, it wasn’t from John Cusack.

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More Letters

letting you read my mail again.

Dear Beer,

I’m tired of your trickery. I can have three or four beers on a weekend evening and be completely fine the next day, but if I try and have a couple of beers on a Tuesday night you make me feel absolutely horrible the next day. It doesn’t really seem fair. How do you know when it’s the weekend?

Love,
Pamie

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in my defense

sorry so sloppy

Immm-hmmm. Well. Alright.

Dear Patrick,

It seems that there was a gathering of journallers who all got together to play Cranium because they had heard that I enjoyed the game. I understand that you were one of them. It also seems that you and your friends had an easy time with the game and quickly decided to rename the game in my honor. That would normally be flattering, but in this case the renaming was called “Pamie is really dumb.”

Oh, excuse me for a moment while I wipe the tears of laughter from my eyes.

Oh no, those are tears of pain. My mistake.

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meeting billy blanks and writing tampax

your average thursday thoughts

Okay, Billy. I did it. Due to my unhealthy obsession with amazon.com and my potentially obsession with Tae-Bo. I bought your book. I hope it really does show me how to do some of the exercises that I think I’m doing wrong. To tell you the truth, it’s all the guilt I feel about not paying for the first three tapes. I’m trying to make it up to you, Billy. I swear I am. You can thank madbrunette for sending me the reminder, and Juliet for sharing this story:

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the tape

confessions and a new start

It started as a good feeling.

I came home Thursday to a pile of mail. On top was a box. It was shaped like a videotape. “Ooh!” I squealed. “What is this?” I didn’t remember ordering anything. Perhaps it was a gift from someone.

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to whom it may concern

catching up on my mail

Dear Eric,

I am quickly starting to notice that it feels like I don’t have weekends anymore.  I rehearse every day and perform in the evenings.  Basically I now have a few hours on the weekends where the only difference in my day is I’m not at work but I’m somewhere else.

I’m not complaining, though, because I am enjoying the work that I’m doing.

But I do miss our time together.  I had a great time with you in our few stolen moments this weekend.  Thank you for being the best.  You’re my hero, sweetie.

And even though Taylor is squirming, he’s really enjoying all of the attention you’ve been giving him lately.   Remember how when we took him to the vet to get his test as we brought him in “Stray Cat Strut” came on the radio and we laughed?   I thought it was really sweet of you to try and feed those dogs that were outside Friday afternoon.  Don’t worry, I won’t tell the guys.  Don’t want you to get kicked out of the club.

I’ll continue your mission to get people to say “What’s the haps, peeps?” as much as possible.

But really, you’ve just been so understanding and loving though the past week of hell.  We even missed our 16 month anniversary because of it all.  I love you.

Thanks.

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