Monday, April 27, 2009

An actual text message conversation I had this morning:

757-560-XXXX: Hey big head this lena
Me: Sorry I think you may have the wrong number
757-560-XXXX: Oh ok my bad

In case you were wondering, this has nothing to do with anything. 
But why should everything have to do with something? 

All I know is, the woman who just passed smells like smoke, it is 95 degrees outside and there is a small Gala apple in my lunch bag I don't want to eat right now. 

What of it?