Hahaha...this is a blog from 1 of the peeps at Muchmusic.
KELLY [team digital] Fri. Sep. 10 @ 5:02:20 pm
Dear person who found my wallet at the movie theatre on Monday and didn't turn it in so I could get it back: I hope you are enjoying looking at my really bad Health Card photo, which was taken after an all-night bus trip to Ottawa. It was the lighting - I don't really look like Bea Arthur in person, I swear. Howsabout that old Ryerson student ID card, where the pic shows how I couldn't possibly be happier to have finally moved away from home? And did those photo booth pics of my friend Lana and I flipping the bird make you chuckle? Probably not as hard as my recent bank machine receipts - yeah, pretty crazy how far into the negatives those bank people will let you go! Ahhh ha ha ha! Well good, you deserve a good laugh. You've had a hard day of picking up things that don't belong to you and carrying that shit around - you must be all worn out. Why don't you sit back, relax and get yourself a free sub? It took me a couple of months to save up those stamps - I recommend adding honey mustard to whatever you get. Don't worry, they've got you covered if you're on that Atkins diet junk. When you're done, why dontcha wash it all down with a big ole coffee courtesy of the pre-paid coffee card my friend Jenn gave me? Actually I think I had ten bucks left on that thing - go for the frappucino with extra whipped cream. Oh, but please don't call the phone number written on the piece of paper in the change pocked. I know it says "Call me - Jay" but I really wasn't sure that I was going to go through with it - I hear that dude's a player. As for the VISA card - nice try sucka, but I cancelled that about 10 seconds after the wallet went missing...not that you could've charged anything on a maxed out card anyway. Maybe you could put the 40 bux I had in there towards something nice for yourself. When you have a moment, maybe try and think of what kind of person I am, based on the contents of my wallet. Make up little stories of how I spend my weekends or try to guess what my favourite band might be. I know I'll be thinking of what kind of person you are when I'm standing in line at the drivers license office next week for 7 hours, trying replacing my card.