Radio Stations and Love Letters

Okay, first to Crouchingtiger16 (boy I wish you had a shorter name *LST*) and Chris Shard: the reason I didn't say Mix 92.5 in my last post (the Tale From the Washrack) was copyright issue. I didn't want to get sued. But, yeah, that is their idea, a 'phrase that pays.'

And to Shard and Jeri, no and yes. I did write a letter to Mitch Elliott. Not a love letter, but a "I love your show, come read my blog!" letter. I really did. ANd in the next five minutes, my blog had a hit. I was excited all morning. Maybe it wasn't him, but I bet that it was. He told me I had a great idea, that they really should post their lyrics on their website for idiots like me. (Okay, he phrased it much more nicely. He said, "That's a great idea!"

I do plan on writing him a love letter. Not a "I'm a Stalker!" love letter, but a "If I ever saw you in person, my crush would disenigrate" love letter. After all, in a crush, somebody ends up crushed. And it won't be me!

About the "fire dude" as he has been dubbed. Often, the fire trucks fill up at the gas pumps behind my wash rack. Wednesday, I was washing away when one came by. Usually, I'm too busy to pay much attention to them. But one guy caught my eye. He smiled at me. I smiled back (he was cute!). He blushed. I blushed.

I told everyone that he had checked me out. My teacher told me, "Check him out. Get his social security number."

And maybe I will. Or at least his phone number.