A Sweet Saint
I did it. I cracked. I caved in. I succumb/succumbed/succame/succambed.
Driven mad by heat in my 6th floor, southern exposure apartment, I bought a fan. 5,000 HUF well spent, if initial reviews are anything to go off of.
I named her Melissa, when Noemi began to worry that I had too strong a romantic attachment to my new fan. Within an hour, she was Saint Melissa, as I began to pray to her. It works. She listens, and keeps me (relatively) cool and comfortable all night long...
3 Comments:
How come it always seem that you are shirtless in your pictures?
- - your sister
ok, i admit it! she's a saint! sorry for almost murdering her yesterday, good thing i could fix her (otherwise i suppose i would be murdered right now) :-)
good for you!
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