I got an email from my friend Melody the other day. Actually it was more than a month ago. And I have not written her back. See, I told you... why can't I just sit still long enough to hit reply?
Melody lives in Iowa. Crazy, huh? She always, and I mean always, knows precisely what will make me laugh.
She said:
know how amused you were that we have convenience stores named "kum-n-go"? i thought of you the other day on the way to work because they had a story on the radio about a kum-n-go robbery. the item stolen, condoms.
About Me
- shannon wess
- This is shannon. Grew up in Arkansas. Ran away to California. Ran away again to Africa. This is her best attempt to communicate to friends and family what life's like here in Morocco. If you're not shannon's friend, or family... either you took the wrong turn at Albequerque, or you're that private dick with the dark shades that's been tailing her. In any case, enjoy. Disclaimer: Please do not judge shannon's intelligence by her typos and fondess for fragments. Do not taunt shannon. Do not store shannon in extreme temperatures. She is dangerous. She drives on parkways and parks on driveways. She speaks in third person. She lives on the edge and uses the metric system. She is terrible at hitting "reply" and staying in touch. Rumor has it that she does feel remorse that you have to come here to keep up with her.
4 comments:
Happy birthday, Shannon! I love you and miss you. :)
the kum-n-go eh? well, Philly's convenience store--the neighborhood WAWA.
yup.
WAWA.
There's nothing like a grown woman telling someone she has to go to the WAWA to go get some smokes. nope. I think people are too embarassed to hold up a WAWA because imagine the conversation with their cellmate.
cellmate 1: uh, so whatcha in for?
cellmate 2: i hotwired a benzo, what about you?
cellmate 1: i held up a WAWA.
cellmate 2: a what?
cellmate 1: a WAWA
cellmate 2: i don't do baby talk man. you better watch yourself. no one likes baby talk in here.
I miss you!
testing, 1, 2, 3...
JT, I take what you say to heart about the wedding schtuff. But you know what would make my wedding really shine? You singing The Devil Went Down to Georgia while playing a one-stringed guitar (or one-stringed fiddle, which is probably more fitting). Or you doing a hula dance in a grass skirt with some coconut shells on your boo-bays and never once cracking a smile. Take your pick. :P
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