Thursday, January 29, 2009

The cosmic event sorting machine must be broken. Why otherwise would I spot a 24-hour dog wash station, catch a fancy woman checking herself out in a window, exchange a joke with the ticket inspector on the bus, and observe an old man walk by several paintings hanging in a store window, then make an abrupt stop in front of the young female nude, all in the same day? My insides got tired from all the smiling.

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