I hope you all wrote letters to L-Don and G-Fruity-Dizzle too. If you didn't, then I guess they will love me more next year, because I did. Anyway.
This is what I wrote to both of them because when I set down to write to one, I couldn't think of anything to say that I didn't want to say to both of them. Anyway.
Dear London and Grapefruit,
I hope you are well! Now that the heat has gone down, I'm ready to come back... Do you think there is room for me in your unit? No? Oh well. I guess I'll just have to miss you terribly from home.
I'm already looking forward to next year. I hope it's as beautiful as it was this year... And I hope everyone can come back. I love all the staff, and the Olaves, and other Juliettes so much. I don't know what camp would be like without all of them.
So now that us Juliettes are gone, have you REALLY died, or are you just back to being a normal counselor? Do you miss us? (I think you do...) What did you do during that crazy hot weather? My grandma and I think you probably ordered the kids into the lake up the their necks and told them to stay there. That's what I would have done. "Alright, everybody in the lake." "But, Cucumber, I can't swim." "Ah, you'll figure it out. It builds character."
Dropping you a line to remind you that Cucumber loves you!
Love, Cucumber
Saturday, August 8, 2009
Dear Mancandy...
Dear Mancandy,
I miss you. I want to kiss you on the face. WIth my lips. And so do 12 of my friends, 8 of whom are single.
Do we use our powers for evil? Yes, yes we do. Do you love it? Yes, yes you do.
Normally, we talk to our mancandies about raccoons and such, but you, you are special. Special to me. And 12 of my friends, 8 of whom are single.
I am drawn to you like the moth to the flashlight by which I write to you at 3 in the freezing morning. I wish you were here with me to keep me warm. Me, and 12 of my friends, 8 of whom are single.
Love, Crimzon, Cucumber, Floam and Simba
I miss you. I want to kiss you on the face. WIth my lips. And so do 12 of my friends, 8 of whom are single.
Do we use our powers for evil? Yes, yes we do. Do you love it? Yes, yes you do.
Normally, we talk to our mancandies about raccoons and such, but you, you are special. Special to me. And 12 of my friends, 8 of whom are single.
I am drawn to you like the moth to the flashlight by which I write to you at 3 in the freezing morning. I wish you were here with me to keep me warm. Me, and 12 of my friends, 8 of whom are single.
Love, Crimzon, Cucumber, Floam and Simba
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