Racheeky,

I see that you have been somewhat facebook stalking me. I find that endearing. As an avid (though not so avid as some may think.... my reputation precedes me) stalker myself, I know that it is a demonstration of your pure and unadulterated commitment to me and our friendship. I salute you. I have been facebooking a lot more than normal the past couple of days. Well, I mean, it's much less than college normal when I used facebook as a way to avoid doing my work, but it's more than my post-grad summer normal. It's because I've been housesitting in Terre Haute, and I am extremely bored. Though I do have three pets here to amuse me, they are kind of blahhh because all they want is attention. They don't want to play. At least with me... the cat right now is playing with a toy mouse. When I approach her, she either scurries away or freezes. Cats are weird. Though some would say that cats are actually the domestic animal version of me, as I react in a similar manner with people.

I have no doubts that you are rocking the side ponytail. I have always thought that you were born in the wrong era. Ten or 15 years earlier, and you would have been an 80s babe. You would have been a good one. I've also always thought that I was born in the wrong era, believing that I truly belonged in 1800s England. However, after reading Jane Austen and watching many such films, I have decided that though I would have greatly enjoyed the lifestyle, I could not have handled their courting rituals. Marrying for money really isn't my cup of tea. (See, see how I used a common phrase to cleverly fit into the context of this conversation?!) I also don't think I couldn't lived without the conveniences of modern plumbing.

The cat's toy is stuck. I shall now pause to watch her find a resolution to this dire predicament.

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I had to help her. Turns out she's not very smart.

I've watched like 4 or 5 episodes of Wizards today. As mentioned, I greatly admire Alex's fashion sense. Slash Selena Gomez's fashion sense. I wish I could dress like her, but I have neither the money nor the stores to put such a wardrobe together. Which makes me want to move to LA. That's where the people I am housesitting for are right now. What turds they are to not take me along. Eh, oh well, they paid me handsomely. Anyway, fashion is probably the major thing that I find to be a hindrance to my desire to not love worldly things. I say that I don't need to have money, that I would rather live modestly and serve the Lord with what I do have, but sometimes I really want money so I can have awesome clothes. But then I feel bad because if I have money, I should really spend it on something more worthy, you know give it to people who need it because I don't need tons of clothes. It's a struggle for me.

Do you eat cotton balls? That reminds me of something I've seen where someone eats cotton balls.....

Rachel, I have eaten a good mango. It is possibly one of the greatest sensations on Earth. But I would like to share with you a little secret... it's not hard to pick out a good mango. It's not a guessing game! You just have to know how to do it right. Awkward as it is, you have to FEEL the mangoes. After a few times picking them out, you will learn what degree of mango softness leads to the most delicious mangoes. You must find the perfect balance. Not too firm, because then they're not sweet and juicy. But not too soft because then they're bad. No, no no. It's in the balance. Same goes for peaches and PLUMS! I bought some plums and forgot!

I would also like you to know that during this week of housesitting, I also watched an entire season of Say Yes To The Dress.

Dolores

Phalanx

Cheezit

Strongbad

Armando

Umberto

Sasquatch

Fred

Learning How to Die (for when you die from exhaustion)

Free Falling (for right after you're hit by a car)

Eleanor Rigby

Bohemian Rhapsody, muppet version

The entire Sufjan Stevens Christmas album, for a change of pace

Every Breath You Take, for when you're out of breath

Man in the Mirror, to end on a positive note.

Peacies,

Becca :)