Back in the day, I lived in Anchorage, Alaska for 1.5 years. (WTF?!)
It was such a crappy existence that a friend wrote me this email that I have kept on file for about 7 years now. Here’s what she wrote:
The perfect beach day:
…Fluffly puppies that never poop,
the beach in Hawaii,
the perfect swell,
blue betties with tatts and jet black hair smokin’ dope,
blonde betties in thongs with perfect booties and huge hooters playing volleyball,
a fat daddy beach cabanna with a pumping stereo and big fluffy chairs,
fruity frozen coctails with rum floaters, little umbrellas and fruit,
and of course, the perfect company…ME.
I just saw your weather report and felt bad so I’m trying to give you
happy thoughts so that your day doesn’t suck….
I think that’s possibly the best email I’ve EVER received from anyone.
YOU ROCK MIN!!