This is a letter to the man in the field. So everyone else can disregard.
Dear Man in the Field,
You know, I like the new year too; with all the kids running from door to door. Had I known I needed a light on and a pumpkin in order for kids to stop, then I may not be enjoying chocolate for lunch! But after the bitter disappointment of my mistake last night, I must say you turned my day around.
First of all, driving to work in the dark is pretty depressing, I will agree with you there. The chocolate I had kept safe from the marauding children definatly helped or else I may have really been hurting today. Anywho, so early in the morning, before the sun comes up, I met you.
Im not a wiccan. Ive been to a wiccan event and I have friends. I am curious about it really. From what Ive seen so far, they are party people, but sitting cross legged in a field at 6:30 am singing kumbayah has got to beat two bags of chocolate any day.
Seriously, props my friend. When everyone else worships for two hours and decides to go home, there you are scaring the spastic colon out of some sugar hyped woman driving to work.
Anyways, happy Samhein (Halloween for all you other people) my friend. May we all celibrate with as much gusto as you. (the flowers are for you since its fall and there probably werent any in that field)
Oh, and PS. If you are looking for some chocolate, Im not telling you where I live.
Love Kiki
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