Maybe if we throw a penny at, it'll stop?
Terah and I are sitting in centennial olympic park, killing time, waiting for the doors to the tabernacle to open. So this fat little black girl gets up --she was cute, make no mistake-- and starts singing. Terah looks at me, all deviousness and says, "It's a child. Singing. Do you think if we throw a penny at it, it'll stop?"
I couldn't stop laughing. And I kinda gave my number to a guy named Josh (I know, I know... "j" names are the devil) and now I'm hoping he'll call.
Speaking of calling, WILL FINALLY CALLED ME! Hurrah. It's been 11 months since I've seen him. I have no idea what he's been up to, who he's been seeing or anything else. I missed his call, of course, but I was surprised at how genuinely relieved I was when I walked in and my mother said he'd called. At least I know he's not dead in a ditch somewhere. Oi.
Oh, and Jet rocked Monday night. And so did their opening Swedish act. I wish I knew who it was! Grrrr.
Alright. Long enough. Fingers are cold.
Much Mad Love,
~*jennifer*~
I couldn't stop laughing. And I kinda gave my number to a guy named Josh (I know, I know... "j" names are the devil) and now I'm hoping he'll call.
Speaking of calling, WILL FINALLY CALLED ME! Hurrah. It's been 11 months since I've seen him. I have no idea what he's been up to, who he's been seeing or anything else. I missed his call, of course, but I was surprised at how genuinely relieved I was when I walked in and my mother said he'd called. At least I know he's not dead in a ditch somewhere. Oi.
Oh, and Jet rocked Monday night. And so did their opening Swedish act. I wish I knew who it was! Grrrr.
Alright. Long enough. Fingers are cold.
Much Mad Love,
~*jennifer*~