Countdown to @#$% Day
Still planning on this 1-day free-for-all of naughty words on April 1. Mom, Dad, Judy... you've all been warned.
Mangum Returns
I left work a spot early to pick up Matt from the airport. Lucky bastard has been in Thailand for about three weeks scuba-ing, running around Bangkok and avoiding sex-tourism, which is apparently a very real thing.
He has pictures of himself petting a tiger. Its kind of surreal.
He hadn't slept in about 24 hours when I found him (we were standing on opposite sides of the Barbara Jordan statue at the airport when I called looking for him), and so he was extremely punchy. I fed him a cheeseburger and drove him home. Hopefully he'll sleep a solid 12 hours or so.
My Prediction Comes True
It looks like this was my blogging this week.
Uhm.
Well, you win some, you lose some.
3 comments:
Why, by the way, are you determined to have a day of cursing on your blog? Or is this just the lead in to some big April Fool's joke? I don't get it.
@#$% you. That's why!
Well, when you put it that way, I can see how the world needs more of that sort of thing.
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