The Uninspired Goodbye
So here I am. 2.30 AM. Bags are packed. Weighed. Weighed again. Cash is hidden. Yes, I have spare clean underwear. Oh, and there's a strange woman in my bed. Again.
By strange I mean just plain weird this time, for I've known Joke for a while now. Apparently this lady came back from Barcelona to wave me goodbye at the airport. Strange. Very strange.
But we appreciate it. No, really, we do.
Saying something incredibly wise at this point would be so cliché I won't do it, so I'll just wave goodbye, give some imaginary hugs and thank all of you for the wonderful wishes I received over the past few weeks!
My beloved ladies and gentlemen,
I'm off to Canada...ey!
By strange I mean just plain weird this time, for I've known Joke for a while now. Apparently this lady came back from Barcelona to wave me goodbye at the airport. Strange. Very strange.
But we appreciate it. No, really, we do.
Saying something incredibly wise at this point would be so cliché I won't do it, so I'll just wave goodbye, give some imaginary hugs and thank all of you for the wonderful wishes I received over the past few weeks!
My beloved ladies and gentlemen,
I'm off to Canada...ey!
posted by Siska at
5:42 p.m.
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