The Drowned Rat Rides Again.
[i think i just might have to be come a children's book author...]
If had could tip the scales a little so the Native American blood in my veins outweighed the Mixed-Euro-Rat, then I could be living the high life on a reservation, cocktailing at the local casino. And I wouldn't have to be riding my bike through the downpour to the start of another sixty+ hour work week in order to hand all my life savings to some nice people in exchange for hours of stress and sleepless nights.
Though, I'm sure that if the balance was more in my favor, they would probably give me a name like "Wandering Lonely Romantic With Eternally Rainsoaked Jeans."
Just my luck...
In happier news, 75% of the fam returns to me on the morrow!
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2 comments:
Em,
I can truly say that I relate today. It's been a bit a of drowned rat kind of day here in NYC too. And it's sad, the main reason I minded it was because, well, my new coach tote is suede. Rain doesn't do anything nice to suede, so it was a bit sad.
Hey, it was good to talk to last night. I love you and miss you. Enjoy your last night alone.
Rachel
I laugh at your plight and also apologize for not having my cell phone on at late hours...my away msg is deceiving...
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