Somewhere in the world, it does taste like chicken.
August 02, 2008
My Wandering Moleskine
The call came earlier today. I was buying leather for my belt when I got the news. My moleskine. One of my most treasured items was lost and left behind in Denmark. Good grief. Along side with it, a faithful little cuddly moose friend. You may wonder at first, what the significance of this may be, I'll tell you. This little moose was the first moose I gave my beloved. On the day we started dating. Or was it the day before? I can never remember the details.