Of Penyeboks And Post-Its

Monday 26th February 2007

Seriously, some people are just closet penyeboks.

Ugh.

I do, then she also want to do. The funny thing is, I know, if it was the other way round, I kid you not, I won't hear the end of it. If it was the other way round, she will be pleased as puck, all smug and satisfied that that this non-entitity to her unroyal self has copied her. If it was the other way round, UnKool and The Gang will make fun of me till the cows come home. Oh well, good luck with that, toots! The difference between us is that I'm not making any profit here. When it's time to go, it's time to go. Even at more than half off. :P

Moving on, I came back to some pleasurable grafitti on my caRR, after combing half the crew carpark for it:



A really lovely post-flight post-it, yes? Makes a tough Tehran sector really worth it. Besides also hitting the point home of how dusty my caRR is. These desert winter winds can really take the shine out of the bling, I tell ya!

Who likes chrome with a layer of dust? Not me. But I also like the grafitti. Sadly, I can't have it both ways.

So....terrycloth-towel bikini carwash, anyone?

:)