Friday, May 14, 2010
... and to add to the jaw-dropping weird day, Dear Cletus, was that after over hearing your conversation at Canadian Tire, and walking away, then randomly deciding, "Hm, Moxies looks alright" and going out of my way, only to run into you and hear that your day was much the same, riddled with cosmic happenings, to having a great laugh, and an entirely new spin to what was a pretty dreary day... was that after getting your phone number, and returning home... someone spilled their drink, amazingly, on my new-to-me phone.
So Cletus, if you read this in Tantallon, do actually call me first, wouldya?
"Who's this?" "You should know." —Scruff in a Swanky Suave Bar (and feelin fine)