even my new red funderpants, magazine hair and perfectly made eyes couldn’t woo my midas manager today. i knew it was a bust when he didn’t pass my test: he didn’t remember my name. oh well. i guess mr. chris isn’t my mister after all.
at least my car no longer has funky noises coming from both its front and rear. all no charge.
yes, virginia, it’s all about the silver lining.
J’espere que vous aimeriez ca:
With daft wont in temporal gaze,
Whence come your knowing glance,
Whiff upon your doe eyes’ cast,
Wanting heart in sibilance.
I stumbled upon your site and just wanted to say how nice your photos were. I had never thought of taking pictures of the receipt that came with my Kung Pow Chicken before. I hope you don’t mind if I borrow that idea. I admit that I haven’t gotten through your entire site (and probably won’t for a while because this was supposed to be a study break), but I wanted to post a comment before I forgot.