13 Random Thoughts
Fabian in a suit and tie with floppy hair.
If he put on glasses I think I'd spontaneously combust.
"Listen, Bjarne, buddy - if I go out there, she'll NOM my leg. Again. You tell her to leave, or I'll go join the Schlecks - and the rest of the guys!"
And there you go.
Another frightening look inside my head.
You should have known what to expect by now, shouldn't you?
And to my usual Thursday visitors I say, "Don't worry."
I just need to focus.
And while this isn't *quite* to my taste....
I reckon it'll be okay.