August 1st, 2005
|10:00 am - Please keep all hands and feet inside the train while it is in motion.|
Current Mood: accomplished
Current Music: "She's Going Out of My Mind", -JB
*poking head out of bombshelter and peeking around*
That was it? Are you sure there won't be a giant marshmellow dude... maybe on Boston Harbor Way, with a giant tea set and biscuits that say, "Eat me!"...? (Yikes, not that I want to put any ideas in your head, of course.)
Sorry to hear about the breakup, though I've seen (or at least *thought* I saw) that one coming a long time ago. (It's not like I have ring-side seats -- just a pretty accurate "gut" sense of things sometimes.) You seem to be taking a very mature and clinical approach to this "paradigm shift," but if you ever need a friend's ear or shoulder, you sure know where to find me/us/Cranes.
I just want you to know that the fact that you're now single has nothing
to do with my recent decision to purchase a TCG thong
. (I have an entirely different use in mind for that, which I shall not divulge at this time.)
Oooh, is the use for the thong the one you mentioned to me yesterday? Just a yes or no will do. And don't worry, I won't tell a soul.
I'm not telling. Even you. Pffffft!
(A girl has to have *some* secrets...)
As I noted on Friday, some people will be underwhelmed. It happens.