Friday, February 12, 2010

Run Lola Run

Going for a run on the Blouberg boardwalk on a Friday afternoon turns out to be not that great.

Where there are usually a myriad of people frantically jogging, running and cycling up and down the beach, today there were zero none besides for yours truly.

The reason?
It’s Friday afternoon and they all have a social life. 

Universe,
If you're out there, hear my plea!

You can send in the horses now.
I’m done with being singular.

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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.