vampires and red ears...

Jeashwah,
you should really avoid shooting yourself with pellet guns. I'm glad that you decided to help your mom out! That's really cool, and honestly I don't think I know any guys who would do that without being asked or bugged to do it. In my reading endeavors I've come to the conclusion that I never want to be a vampire. hahaha. But that's okay - the book is getting more interesting again, and actually finishing it tonight could very well be a possibility. hmmm. I'm really glad that you're my friend Josh. I'm glad that you decided to facebook stalk me and write on my wall. (lol, j/k about the stalking thing - of course) And.. hmm I could go on and on but I'll save you the gooey details. Basically I just want to say that.. I'm glad we met, and became friends. SO.. without further adue.

Only his left arm protruded from the door, taking great caution to make sure the rest of his gangly body wouldn't be exposed to the sun. Sal stretched his arm over to the mailbox from the safety of his trailer sanctuary and with his index and middle he pressed down into the mailbox. He clipped a few letters in between his two fingers tightly and slipped them out stealthily with his letters in his grasp, causing the mailbox lid a sudden clank. Sal's left arm then retreated within the confines his dark interior leaving once again only his green eye to pierce the otherwise clear day through a small crack in the door. What he had been waiting for had not arrived.
Sal looked solemnly down at the three white envelopes clutched between his trembling fingers, feeling betrayed by the all too jovial mailman. There was only one letter that Sal wanted to feel crisp against the dry cracked skin of his fingers. Sure, the mailman didn't know that Sal had been waiting, and would continue doing so in agony. How long would he have to wait? How long would it take for just a word - just one small word could change everything for him, and he knew it all too well. He was banking on it with every fiber of his being, every day of his existance.

oh, pst. feel free to correct any of my grammatical errors, and/or change anything that you don't like.