Dear Mr Random Stream of Consciousness. Thanks for your email. I am afraid I don't have the foggiest idea what you've been rambling on about for the last 10 minutes, especially the bit about waving my arms and legs around. But you've stuck loads of cheesy emoticons at the end, so that makes it alright. When I say alright, I mean, it actually doesn't matter what you may have said previous to the emoticons, because the emoticons themselves have rendered the entire sentiment null and void. That and the fact that you can't drive. If it wasn't for the emoticons and distinct lack of driver's license, you would definitely have been in there. Oh, and maybe the multiple sign offs. And also the self-pity. And the fact you live in Heathrow's flightpath. I'll stop there...
Yours, so near but so far
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