tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21717683.post8005817276022639226..comments2023-09-10T07:11:30.017-07:00Comments on The Sixth Minky: Acting Day 2--or Why Can't I Cry Like Kylie Does?Maaikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11586557515529139596noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21717683.post-19712325241141087942007-08-27T15:07:00.000-07:002007-08-27T15:07:00.000-07:00just so you'll know, the present Sally gave me was...just so you'll know, the present Sally gave me was some Jesus tape!Maaikehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11586557515529139596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21717683.post-56232862830539220462007-08-23T16:48:00.000-07:002007-08-23T16:48:00.000-07:00You'll get there. Learning to trust the truth of t...You'll get there. Learning to trust the truth of the emotions that take one to tears takes time. But you'll get there. <BR/><BR/>I'm pretty sure I've seen you laugh so hard you cried, so I know there's hope.<BR/><BR/>p.s. I got you a present. Providing I remember, I'll give it to you tomorrow in class.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21717683.post-49942989737486306222007-08-23T14:34:00.000-07:002007-08-23T14:34:00.000-07:00Maaike! Your roll of toilet paper is done!did tha...Maaike! Your roll of toilet paper is done!<BR/><BR/>did that help?<BR/><BR/>Dang you. You know what? Instead of noticing the number of times that you make me cry EVERY freaking day, I should make note of the days that you DON'T make me cry...it would take a lot less time.<BR/><BR/>Sometimes I think you know me all too well. I had just paused to wipe the tears out of my eyes because I couldn't see what I was reading, when the next sentence was about me crying right then. Eek.<BR/><BR/>I love you, friend!Kyliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17094626325443216908noreply@blogger.com