Today marks the one year anniversary of the demise of my precious American Dream.
I think I'm still so heartbroken about it, because its two brutal murderers got off scot free.
If you happen to find yourself in my beloved United States (or any other country that serves Starbucks), please head on over and have a grande latte on my behalf? I still suffer withdrawal symptoms...
Also, if it's not too much trouble, pet a dog and think about me. A large yellow labrador retriever will be especially ideal, but I don't discriminate, so really, any dog will do.
In memory of Redsaid's American Dream: November 10, 1996 - December 24, 2005. Rest in pieces.
I miss you. May your Dream rise again!
The American Dream is dead, long live the American Dream!
Or something like that.
xxoo
But Red, I'm GLAD you're here in SAfrica! Can't imagine this fair country without you. Merry Xmas O Wonderful One.
Coming in a bit late, but Merry Christmas! I'm going for a holiday in the States... they won't seem the same without you. (Pedantically-minded readers may point out that since I've never been to the States before, they can't seem like the 'same' at all, but you know what I mean)
Grand latte, you say? If you insist. Or if you don't insist!