I’m over on In The Powder Room today (which I KEEP mistyping as the Power Room – Freudian slip?) talking about pixie dust, marrying astronauts and Dirk Gently.
Or, in other words, how life has a way of working out in mysterious ways, even if before it does it beats you up, robs your wallet and leaves you unconscious on the street.
“I’d assumed I’d be spending my Floridian days skipping merrily through the Magic Kingdom drinking liquid pixie dust through a Mickey Mouse-shaped novelty straw; in reality I was trudging alongside the smoggy highway, sipping on lukewarm Coke in a Big Gulp cup.”
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