I know you’ll be wanting of stories… and more than stories of my move, stories of my crazy friends. Well, let’s see…
Ski Guy is finding the joys of custom-made clothes. I was smug. “I told you so”, was used.
My Friend With Huge Boobs is in mourning. Someone had left the fridge door open and her entire jar of Snickers ice cream was ruined. Melted beyond the state of edible. We’re all wearing black.
Apparently I am the imaginary friend of Gambler. And even then she has to pay me to be her friend. At least, if you ask her co-workers.
Perfect Morning-After Voice is no longer together with the annoying girlfriend of his. I’m a happy little elf. Of course, I didn’t tell him that. But I am, nontheless.
There’s most probably going to be a whole new person to my stories. My friend E, whom I’ve known since high school, and whom I love dearly. We are now reunited, in terms of geography, and should be getting into all sorts of trouble together. Or at least, into games of hockey, basketball and football. And to the theatre, to ballet, to art galleries and to afternoon coffee’s. Oh, and extremely drunk. Of course. This should be an interesting fall.
