Some people have expressed some doubts that my recent online apologies to my friend Sara were real. They thought I had perhaps manufatured a conflict just to have something to blog about. Please, the day I run out of things to blog about is the day that they'll fill the internet full of porn so people will still have a reason to keep visiting it. At any rate, it was suggested friday night by either BP or Sara, herself, that I post one of her angry emails. I thought this was a great idea becase 1)it adds to the dramatic tension, 2) it proves I wasn't making this up, and 3)it gives us all a chance to giggle over the fact that Sara didn't realize legs could sweat. Also, take note, she told me she got her brother to help her write it.

Without further ado:

"WOW!!!! That is absolutely the worst apology I have ever recieved. At first I was really pissed, but after your sweet e-mail and our phone conversation I wasn't mad at all. I honestly didn't even care if I ever really did get a public blog apology, but now I am even more pissed than I was originally. Creepy is something that is makes you feel uneasy or fearful, or is annoyingly unpleasant (Yes I looked that up in the dictionary). If touching a friends slightly perspiring leg makes you feel those things then we must not really be friends. I would never have said that to a complete stranger that would be creepy, but I never realized that legs sweat and I couldn't believe it was happening. I thought I was just sharing that with my friends, but apparently I was wrong. I do think that I am really weird, and even crazy, but CREEPY? Fine whatever you say. If you weren't so smart, good-looking, and charming I'd be really pissed."

Note: Parts of this letter(the last sentence) may have been embellished(completely made up) by an unknown source(me).


You should hold a pretend microphone in her face and as she starts to speak into it, you squirt her with water! Oh wait, that's already been done. Nevermind, you should just be nicer to her.  


I bought her dinner this weekend and called to tell her some people I know thought she looked hot on Sunday. How was that?  


i can't crack your code in the last sentence.

damn you and your enigmatic parenthetical phrases.  


I'm a windtalker.  


this whole ordeal is still f'in' creepy. i can't believe it resulted in emails and dinners. creepy.
do you think if i say that i didn't know that my balls sweat, i could get someone to touch them?  


Genius!  


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