Wednesday, June 14, 2006

Brazilian Wax, Scotland

I never knew the name of the girl.
I was told several times, but I forgot. It seemed the most beautiful and although I do not recall having ever spoken with her, also the nicest. The other night we met and looked at me princess cow, with a red party dress (or maybe maroon) and walking beside him, whose name I do not remember. Maybe it was they who were married. Someday maybe I learn.