jorgerodriguez:
Blueberries and Cream Cookies and a loaf of Chocolate Stout Chocolate Chip Bread fresh from the oven and ready to be mailed. In fact, they’ve already been sent. The woman working at the post office said “whatever it is, it’s still warm!” That’d be the bread. What can I say, I get really excited about sending homemade goods in the mail.
Caitlin,
Oh man. I’m not officially doing Tumblr Eat Up until I have more time, but if you wanted to make either of these for me, I’d be stoked for sure. I could be persuaded to make something in return.
Yours hungrily (that sounds a little different than I mean it),
Patrick
Before I leave, I’ll have to go over to the Chinese woman’s yard to pick up poop. Two piles from these two [pointing to my brother and sister-in-law’s dogs] and one from Caitlin.
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My dad, according to my sister-in-law, accidentally calling the dog by my name (via jorgerodriguez)
Awesome.
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Classes start again today for me. I only have one class today, and that’s Major British Writers II with Caitlin.
I’m just saying that my schedule could be worse.
jorgerodriguez:
Just relaxing, watching some Dr. Quinn Medicine Woman and—what is this? A free copy of Fantastic Mr. Fox in my box of Shreddies?! Yes! Best cereal box prize ever!
Hah, so jealous right now.
In England, cereal boxes come with books. In America, they come with toys. Go figure.
if you think it’s so dogs can drink from the toilet, dogs can learn to use the faucet instead! now THAT is a future worth fighting for, my friends
(via qwantz)
This one is goes out to Caitlin, because she loves poop.
Leaving for London in the AM
jorgerodriguez:
Tomorrow, that is. For four months. Living in an apartment with a handful of chicks that I don’t know yet. Don’t even know their names. Not looking forward to flying by myself. Do I sound down? I don’t mean to, I’m just nervous. And excited. And nervous. Wish me luck!
I’m going to miss you!
<Insert the sound of Kevin calling to her babies in Up>
<So basically, sad pterodactyl>
