I socialized today. Like a normal, non-striking text out terminal lance person. Marine!
I want to slay that Abe.
Anyway, I thought that was a pleasant surprise, as my …bedside manner? Is that what’s its called. Sounds like somethings going to get fucked, by context. Jacobson’s Oregon’s flaring, so I must go, but I’m sending non-intrusive, pleasant, thoughts in your direction.
Scattered with some where I get to know Max.