Friday, May 20, 2011


Every time a UPS driver pulls up in his ridiculously sexy brown truck/van (what do you call those hulking frigates?) my heart rate accelerates and my mind races. What could be inside the package? Is it something exciting, a misdelivery for someone who orders tights from Stockholm, or is it something I ordered long ago and forgot about? Is it something about rhetorical theory? Oh, the options are endless, and tantalizing, like eating chocolates with hidden depths.

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