The thoughts of an odd duck who sits alone in a night cafe, with a stylo in his right, a journal in his left, a valise under his chaise, a tasse on the table, and plenty of time to pass.
I was shopping for autumn fashions this afternoon to further my college wardrobe. I was searching for the ever-elusive perfect pair of pantaloons. What a terrible curse it is to be a guy with a small waist size; a thin thick, you might say. Apparently, America has a general population of size 34+ huskies. Four hours in three different stores and one article of merchendise at the end... a shirt... for my mother. Well I suppose you call it a blouse, but for dramatic purposes, I called it a shirt.
Anyway, Sonya will be road-trippin' next week to Utah and her family has asked me to be their gardener while they are gone. Now, I know that they told me that the scope of my duties was limited to plant feeding, but I feel like breeding. I'm in a planting sort of mood. Oh, don't worry Sonya, I won't do anything drastic... I'll just maybe plant a tree in the middle of your lawn or replace your strawberrie patch with begonias, or something. Hahaha, i'm only jesting. I'll plant in my own garden at home. My mother's boss has also asked us to water their garden next week while they sail off to Alaska. So you can call me Benito the gardener. Hehehe, Benito indeed.
~Benjamin 8/16/2003 11:55:00 PM