Yes, That Wedding Dress Looked Like an Explodey box of Kleenex- With a Bow.





One of My co-workers at the illustrious office supply store has been suddenly curious about my life since he found out that I'm from California. Let's just call him Waldorf McFarland Snootyville II for now. Wally for short. His name is quite high falutin' though his nose is fairly level. To-day he gathered all sorts of family data- names, ages, etc. -and I was at a loss as to why.


Apperantly, Wally and another comrade thought I looked like this chick. They were wondering if perhaps I had a secret sister that I wanted to hide from them. Actually if I had a relation on the apprentice I probably would keep it quiet until I found out how they fared.


I don't see the resemblance. Except maybe the chin.


Alas, I don't have an elder sibling. And even more alas, I don't have any known kindred residing in New York. Believe me, We're all terribly disapointed.

-- G 'Bye, Sonya --

. ( 2.10.04 ) .