Dear Toronto Transit Commission,WHY ARE YOU RUINING MY LIFE? (No really. why?) Here I was, first Monday back at work, catching the streetcar home. I had grand plans to write Paula Hayes a postcard about how if I was an "objectum sexuals" I'd want to fall in love with her terrariums. But there wasn't enough room to stand, let along write and sit. It happens every day. Seriously, can't you figure it out by now?
Thinking of you,
Jess
P.S. Now Paula Hayes isn't going to get this postcard. Jerks.
So strange... I just got a postcard from Marko today too!
ReplyDeleteWhat's going on - is postcarding the new facebook?
If so I am ok with that!
Scotty.