Day 86 — Blues
Project 365
Dearest Fritz, he of the hibernating Manhattan Project, is having himself a birthday today. I suspect he’ll take to the streets of Manahattan with a clinky cocktail in one hand and the ass of his newest lov-ah in the other hand, and he will offer profane observations to the buzzing city, like, “Bitch, you need to put a dickey on under that sheer piece of shit!” and, “When Oprah hears about this, she is going…
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Amber, making you laugh is my favorite thing in the world. My second favorite thing is laughing at your jokes. Every day I wish I lived nearer to you so we could do normal friend stuff, like have lunch or see a movie or just drink wine while sitting on my couch, which still has a you-shaped indention in it. I miss the old days, but I’d happily sacrifice them if it meant you could…
Well, the Tigers have done it. They move on to the Elite Eight. Tonight they butted heads with the Texas A&M Aggies and came away victorious. It made for an interesting night at work; two of my friends/co-workers are spirited A&M alumnae, so they spent a good portion of the night getting razzed by the Tiger fans (read: everyone else). I’ve gained quite a reputation in the office for being completely apathetic about sports. But…
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