uninspired
I have been uninspired as of late. Perhaps a holiday in Europe will help. Ciao.
fortune cookie fortune
Your lover will never leave you.
brown shoe box full of letters
In an abandoned house a friend and I found a box full of letters. There were at least two dozen, kept in the order they were received wrapped by a simple blue ribbon. We started from the beginning. With each letter you could feel the relationship develop from a hidden crush to an all consuming passion for one another. The final letter described a secret rendezvous in a motel room and the graphic details of every moment the two shared. We had wondered how someone could so carelessly leave this box of letters behind.
There was a brown shoe box full of letters kept in the order they were received. I wrapped them with a simple red ribbon. With each letter you could feel the relationship develop from a hidden crush. I treasured these letters and the beautiful words he wrote me. Why I decided to burn them I can not say, perhaps I thought it would free me. I regretted my decision to destroy them years later when I learned he still had every letter I had written... in a brown shoe box, kept in the order they were received.
fortune cookie fortune
You will be successful in romance.
Target
I decided to brave a trip to Target yesterday in search of a couple laundry baskets. On my way in the store a man pulls up next to the door on his Vespa and parks. I see him pull a dog that appeared to be twice the size of the carrier it was in... the dog was dressed like a cowboy. I follow him into the store and watch him place his dog in the baby seat of one of the carts... and begin to literally run into the store.
After making my way thru the whole store (and noticing that every single person had at least one huge pack of toilet paper) I find the aisle that should contain the laundry baskets. I see one, big enough to maybe contain two shirts and a pair of socks. I look at all of the tags... realizing that there should at least be twelve different types of laundry baskets. So I wander off to see if they have moved them, or if I can find someone to help me.
After a fruitless search for baskets I find an employee to ask for assistance.
"I am looking for laundry baskets. I believe that I found the correct aisle but there doesn't seem to be any. Were they perhaps moved, or are you just out?" I ask.
"I don't know what you mean". She responds.
"Nearly the whole aisle where I believe the baskets should be appears empty. Are there laundry baskets elsewhere?"
She stared at me and says... "I don't know what you mean".
"Follow me." I take her to the aisle.
We stand in the aisle and she stares at the empty shelves.
Silence... Contemplation...? Finally, a funny look and she shrugs her shoulders.
"I don't know what you mean." she again responds.
"Never mind, thank you anyway". I smile and walk away.
I never found the laundry baskets. The only logical answer... they must have been taken by the man with the cowboy dog.