...blarf!
Things...eh, not going as planned, so much. But..things happen for a reason, I guess...
The Boy = Working late. Suckness, I thought, as this is the only night I get to see him during the week. Then, my phone was like "RING!" and, heya pal, let's do dinner. Plan!
Presently, my shin is throbbing due to a miscalculation while attempting a kelp-kick (a-la Call-Me-Kevin! ), whilst my Kung-Fu Fun pal was mid Kickin'-Noodle Stance. Yarg!
And so, tomorrow night brings more poetry reading. I have been told that...I am a hit..? [Ahem.
]
At the moment, I am the only one in the office. In the whole damn building. Everyone else? Out to lunch, including the guys in the garage (who, presently, dislike me...)
This has taken me almost three hours to type...
Students have gone missing. Students have been arrested. Drivers are having panic attacks.
Yuck.
Send me surprises:
Evil
PO BOX 597
Raymond NH 03077
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Things...eh, not going as planned, so much. But..things happen for a reason, I guess...
The Boy = Working late. Suckness, I thought, as this is the only night I get to see him during the week. Then, my phone was like "RING!" and, heya pal, let's do dinner. Plan!
Presently, my shin is throbbing due to a miscalculation while attempting a kelp-kick (a-la Call-Me-Kevin! ), whilst my Kung-Fu Fun pal was mid Kickin'-Noodle Stance. Yarg!
And so, tomorrow night brings more poetry reading. I have been told that...I am a hit..? [Ahem.
]
At the moment, I am the only one in the office. In the whole damn building. Everyone else? Out to lunch, including the guys in the garage (who, presently, dislike me...)
This has taken me almost three hours to type...
Students have gone missing. Students have been arrested. Drivers are having panic attacks.
Yuck.
Send me surprises:
Evil
PO BOX 597
Raymond NH 03077
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