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Monday, May 1
The reek of nicotine.
In open fields of wild flowers,
She breathes the air and flies away
She thanks her Jesus for
The daises and the roses
In no simple language,
Someday she'll understand
The meaning of it all.
Hadn't played this song in ages til today - brought back many memories of performances in Cedar, carefree singing sessions in church and so on. I really like this song. And I really miss my iPod.
Today at Shaun's house we ordered Macs, and when the delivery guy finally came, he walked to the door and said, "Hi.... Oh shit!". Like what?? Did you squash my fries? Did you drop a piece of my 6-piece nuggets on the way? Well, no, it turns out he forgot to bring some sheet that tells him which pocket our food is in. (There's this huge bag full of pockets of food, see.) So he tells us he'll rush back down to get the sheet and come back - and leave the bag here. So the bagful of fries and whatnot was left on Shaun's doorstep. Needless to say, we did what anyone would do - took the bag and took photos of ourselves carrying it! (Okay, more like I made Ariel do it.) But yeah. It was weird. And very tempting.
Then today at work I kinda spilled some salsa on this guy in a tight white singlet and even tighter hot pants. Sick. And I don't mean the mess.