Some days you’re a windshield and some days you’re a bug. Today I feel more like the squeegee. You know the people who clean your windshield down at Main and Terminal with a filthy squeegee? Sometimes they do an OK job, and you drive off with a slightly clearer view of the road ahead.
Here’s looking at you, kid.
hmm i can’t quite understand what it’s supposed to mean if you feel like a squeegee
are you back now?
by the way, i’m having cell phone issues (ie i hate cell phones) so i’m getting rid of that thing very soon… but anyhow, i’ll give you a call soon
Oooh that’s deep, dude. DEEP.
And yes, save me a ticket for the Chan and then I’ll give you the moolah when I see you. Will you be at Grout’s concert tonight? Cos I can give it to you then.
hmmm…
naw, even after bending 2 minutes’ thought towards that, i still don’t get it. ah well. guess it makes sense to you.
cheerios!