i was reassured this morning that someone likes me...despite the cutting comments, absurd facial contortions, and rough humor i manage to emit daily. i found in my mail compartment today a small box, not big enough to get a package/large envelope/misprinted-phone-bill-with-text-manuscript slip, but a gift is a gift. this was neatly wrapped with a hand-written note on the wrapping about a nice weekend yada yada.
well...that story was becoming dull, so i will just clearly state: someone gave me pocky sticks. blessed chopstick-style wafers dipped in strawberry yogurt. i know that these nice little treats sound odd but they happen to be glorious.
and this is my wonder. one of many, simple by comparison, but a wonder all the same.
"when wonder is dead, the soul becomes a dry bone." Bishop William Quayle.
and i want never to feel like a dry bone. ew.
yeah.
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the pen you found in the parking lot was mine and when are you going to write more blogs....its getting boring.
when you find something that is someone else's and you keep it it's called stealing, which is illegal. Give me back my pen.
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