Huh. The guy who was shot to death by a trooper last year is somebody I’d known since I was about 7 years old. Obviously we weren’t close, but that makes, I don’t know, eight or something people from my class who are dead. Well. He didn’t actually graduate with me because Nikiski High School opened our junior year, but.
Anyhoo.
Um. Oh my goodness, dinner last night was amazingly good. Ted made an apple stuffing and rolled it in pork loin and made potatoes of some sort that I don’t know the name of but holy cow they were good, and lil’ baby carrots. And a strawberry sponge cake for dessert. It was SO GOOD! SOOOO good!
I wanna live with a chef!!!
oh–who was it?
Casey Porter, Jai. I’m pretty sure you wouldn’t have known him.
You’re right. I don’t know him, although the name sounds familiar.
You class seems very unlucky!
My class is horribly doomed, apparently. o.O