Sometimes I worry that I’m too neurotic about what people think of me
the rest of the time, I worry that I’m not neurotic enough about it
I think of you as a giant Carebear.
Then again, that may be a bit insulting to a dude.
I assure you I mean it in the most loving way possible… as you are a kind, warm, generous, caring person with a riotous sense of humor, and I consider myself lucky to call you my friend.
(And if we do happen to move up to PA, we need to make a date so that J and I can wine and dine you.)
