Yesterday was the Ides of March. I wish I'd remembered. I would've worn my toga to work. It comes complete with a secret pocket in the lining that you can stow a shiv in.
Tomorrow is St. Patty's Day. I don't think I own a single article of clothing that's shamrock green. Darn.
Last Thursday was Chris's birthday. I took him out to eat at the restaurant of his choice, but we were both so tired when we got back that we just passed out on the couch without ceremony. Sorry, Chris, for the lackluster birthday. Everyone should send him cards and tell him how cool he is now that he's 24.
I'm lagging behind, as always, and won't be 24 for another six days. I never can seem to catch up.
About Me
- woodlayson
- I find that the best way to learn about a person is to listen to what they have to say. It's called indirect exposition. Let's try that.
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