Holy Fuckin' Fuck

[ikyrian]

I was dicking around with a journal I've owned for almost four years now (journals are wasted on me, I almost never write in them). Not really don't anything important, just a bit of free writing and sketching.

I flipped through it a couple of times, re-read the entries I made in England for my Japanese class and took a look at the sketches and notes strewn through out the rest of it. And try as I might I couldn't remember where I had picked up this journal. It was pretty to be sure, but not really to my taste.

I was going to put it up to pull out one of my writing journals when I accidentally flipped it open to the back instead of closing it. On the back panel there was a small note that said, "A Note from Lois: Hi... Remember me? I want you know you are missed!"

Lois, wherever you are and even though you'll probably never read this, yes, I do remember you and I miss you too. Thank you so much for this gift. It certainly brought a smile on my face to see your hidden message.

Comments

[karweenie.livejournal.com]

Was she a friend from Randy Mac or high school?

[ikyrian.livejournal.com]

Neither, we worked together at Wal-Mart. She was an elderly grandmother type who used to own her own hair salon but gave that up to retire then realized she still needed to work. I don't think she works there anymore - hopefully she was able to retire (again) or reopen her business.

She gave me the journal at my going away party.