SMARTER THAN A DRIED APRICOT
But only slightly.
Yesterday was the first day of a new quarter. I wanted to be ebullient, inspiring, charismatic, but instead I felt more vacuous than George Dub Ya on national TV. After work I went to the neighborhood cafe where I somehow managed to dip a rather substantial lock of my hair in my coffee beverage.
So. Awesome.
4 Comments:
Let me tell you about my boring Prozac day!
12/06/2006
I am glad to have come across your writings. I like your style.
All of it.
12/06/2006
Thanks anonymous. You are sweeter'n strawberries.
And Lori Mocha, girl, please. You’re far too clever to be lumped with the self-satisfied drooly types. You’re more like Dorothy Parker. That woman loved pills, booze, boys, AND brutal honesty.
12/06/2006
You know just what to say to a girl.
12/07/2006
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