Thursday, April 14, 2005

Dear Daylight Savings Time,

I'm sorry I said that thing about how you should just crawl up my ass and die. I was angry and you were caught in the cross hairs. The truth is that you aren't so bad and actually, I DO appreciate the extra hour to play hop scotch and catch rainbows in mason jars. So, guess you do know me better than I know myself! What say we hold hands and skip past the sun-dappled bums snoozing near the port authority area? ok then!


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