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Better one handful with tranquility than two handfuls with toil and chasing after the wind.
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Wednesday, March 01, 2006
This was in the church office's mailbox:
AMIRIC SERVICES
Dear Sir/Miss,
There is no overhead to be levied or any administrative cost to be charged. We are providing the transportation services that goes as low as $45 to $50 per trip.
Kindly contact me, should you require any transportation. My service to you shall be at any time you request.
We are also the Supplier of carton boxes.
I assure you all bold words and grammar mistakes and proper capitalization incapabilities were of the original author's, and not mine.
And if you'd like his, uh, service, and carton boxes, do tell me. I have Mr. **** ***'s number right here.
It's been a good and relatively mellow week so far.
Monday
Kurt came up to the office for a few hours. We had lunch at Subway with Ian. I think we talked about spies. Met Meg at Pacific Coffee - she disappeared for an hour but I forgave her. We went to Ikea, had dinner with my parents, and tried on strange clothes at her aunt's shop.
Tuesday
Errands are not fun, but they are much fun when you have people with you. Yay for Kurt and a bit of Eddie. Although Eddie hung around for about 45 minutes. BistroDelifrance was such a rip off. They have definitely become too snooty for baked potatoes. We wanted potatoes. Eddie and Kurt bought donuts and I bought ice cream after that. Funny that ice cream doesn't hurt my teeth. But it's a good thing. I'm not complaining. Got a mediocre and expensive passport photo taken, bought my tripod, checked out a cute phone with an ugly handle (which I got later that day, thanks to the niftiness of email and my Dad and my money), sat around for a bit at Esplanade, and then met my parents. Phonephonephone, how I love you so! Although you're a bit messed up. And your handle is retarded.
Heyyy, that horrifically-named graffiti deviantart page isn't there anymore. Silly people.
I can't wear my Levi's and white flowery skirt anymore :-( The skirt is way too big, and the jeans are loose and short. I don't know what happened. I am... evolving.
Eldred and Denise will be back on Sunday for a week with us. It'll be nice. They are the kind of sweet people you call "sprightly 70-year-olds". I hope I'll be like that in 52 years. 52 YEARS!!! That is going to come quickly. I just know it.
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