Saturday, February 12, 2005

Times you wish you had a camera

A poem to honor my adventures at Target:

Jack Sprat would eat no fat
His girlfrend would eat no lean
He dress in goth
She like Stevie Nicks
And betwix the two of them,
They left the Empress bemused.

I got into the Cruiser to leave when this couple walked by. Normally, I'm really good about not staring. Not at this pair. He looked like a taller, skinny version of Clay Aiken with bright red hair and no stylist. His clothes were picked out at the Hot Topic used bin. She was this short, squatty pudgy (er.. very rotund) woman wearing a flowy white shirt and vest with a cowboy hat.

Or as Elena put it, "I am my own Ren Faire!"