Where are my partners in crime, I ask? Oksana is down for the night, as she was toxed on her last social mission (word to the wise: never kiss the piggy bank).
Coco? wonder what happened to her? Rumour has it she's currently "becoming single". I respond with a chortle-ific "mwahaha." Coco, I anxiously await you and your Poppins purse o' plenty on the other side of life, though I don't know if I have any sage words for the already wise.
If you must know, it's weird being here at this age. It's an interstitial position in a world of twos. Coco - you will be watched by squinty and perplexed eyes. You will be perceived as a subverter of the known order of things (I know, you already were... welcome back); a pandora's box, lid slightly ajar. Gasp. The horror.
I wonder if we can make the "other side of life" Montreal? It's oh so fabulous and French there, though I was rather disappointed to hear about the height restriction in Montreal. The munkin garcons I did see were incredibly hot and well dressed, but they were oh so wee. Why is that?
Mata?
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2 comments:
I. Violet Blonde?
II. Well dressed Mtl boys are wee, but the scruffy rock lads are lanky. And smoke too much.
III. When are you migrating?
IV. This is a numbered non-ghetto non-bitch reply to an otherwise specially/specifically directed missive.
V. Johnny V apologizes.
! Oui - Violet Blonde. I haven't really taken my hair out on the town yet though. It's a trippy experience for a loud and proud dark-haired girl.
!! So, you're saying I'm no better off with "tall land lanky"? Sigh.
!!! Travel in sprin. Migration in fall. I be heading east, my friend. You'd better not be heading west at that time.
!V I know, I know.
V Valentine apologize? Well Johnny, you'd better twist the heart on your sleeve.
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