I Scream, You Scream, We All Scream
for Ice Cream
"I got to thinking about fate. That crazy concept that we're not really responsible for the course our lives take. That it's all predestined, written in the stars. Maybe that explains why, if you live in a city, where you can't even see the stars, your love life tends to feel a little more random. And even if our every man, every kiss, every heartache, is pre-ordered from some cosmic catalogue, can we still take a wrong step and wander off our own personal milky way? I couldn't help but wonder, can you make a mistake and miss your fate? Carrie Bradshaw"....
....and then...just to forget all the questions without answers about your destiny...you call your friends...and just scream for a Saturday off, some ice-cream, a long day with short¬ so many words, strawberry ice cream, vanilla ice cream, chocolate chip ice cream, cherry vanilla ice cream, lemon ice cream and at the end of an ice cream day diet you just become, in a idealistic manner, a member of New Young Pony Club...ready for a fabulous Monday, bird trills in the garden, green ice tea, new projects, new invitation cards on your desk, bills and endless sun waves.