Tuesday, September 29, 2009

A small request.

Dear Universe,

You know I hate friggin aeroplanes.

Please be sure to check that flight number 946 from SF to LA will be super fine this evening.
However, should you feel compelled to make this specific plane do something it wasn't built to do, please keep an eye on me.  I will be the cute chick in seat 22A on tranquilizers.
And possibly with a whiskey in my hand.

I'm trusting your good judgement on this one.
(Please don't make decisions based on my bad haircut.  It will grow out, I swear.)

Yours truly,

Alice

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"And what does it live on?"
"Weak tea with cream in it."
A new difficulty came into Alice's head,
"Supposing it couldn't find any?" she suggested.
"Then it would die, ofcourse."
"But that must happen very often," Alice remarked thoughtfully.
"It always happens," said the Gnat.