Thursday, July 03, 2008

Nobody is on Vacation, Please Leave a Message at the Beeeeep.

Oh, and as an FYI (don't cry!): I'll be out of town over the next few days, visiting The Boy Darwin and doing generally Independencey, summery things. There will be drinking, and fire, and water (maybe in that order, but no promises), and dinner with The Family Darwin. Hopefully, no parties will be permanently scarred by this interaction, though again- no promises.

The impending trip prompted the following exchange:



Thing I learned this morning: Yesterday was Canada Day. So, either those fireworks were the start of the great north amercian war of '08, or Canada was trying to get the jump on us with this whole 'patriotism' thing.

Aren't you glad you have me for this little revelations? I thought so. See you tomorrow! Warn your dad that if he's picking me up, he's looking for the girl in the red hooker boots.

- Nobody.



I already told him that if he goes to pick you up to look for the girl that you wouldn't bring home to your parents. I'm sure he'll spot you in a second.

- D


It may be a festival of smartass this weekend. Aren't you excited I found someone mean like me? I'll be back Sunday/Monday, so barring something truly hilarious that simply can't wait, you can look for me then.

Try to stay off Above The Law until then, ok kids? As Dream Boss says: Summer Time is Trouble Time, so be good!


All rights reserved to my snotty and generally self-deprecating writing. And if your comments bother me, I'll delete them. That's right, pumpkin.
...How dreary—to be—Somebody!
How public—like a Frog—
To tell one's name—the livelong June—
To an admiring Bog!
-- Emily Dickinson