Today I had to check to make sure my shrink knew what a "booty call" was. (He did.)
Yesterday I got a free stack of blank CD-Roms. I need to burn comedy for friends.
This past Sunday morning I woke up at 6:30 am and spent three hours cleaning my apartment so the Comcast cable internet guy could get through the front door.
Sunday is Father's Day. I'm starting to remember what it's like when you know there aren't too many of them left.
July 3 is an old friend's birthday. He'll spend it, as he spends every other day of the year, at a state penitentiary in Nevada.
July 4 is a Saturday. I need plans that involve me drinking somewhere besides home.
Tuesday, my friend gave me his bad luck SF Giants cap as a parting gift -- he left for New York last nite.
Tomorrow is Casual Friday, but stupid clients mean I still gotta wear slacks and uncomfortable. That'll last until they leave at 2:00. Then I'm going pantsless.
Tuesday would have been my grandmother's 92nd birthday.
Saturday is Koko B. Ware's 52nd birthday. I remember watching him as a kid, before his "Birdman" run in the WWF, when he and Norvell Austin teamed up as the Pretty Young Things. ("PYT!")
Last Thursday I got drunk.
Today I admitted to myself that as much as I loathe serial wife-cheater Sen. John Ensign (R-Nev.), I see why hunnies want to get with him: The man has hair that I would kill for.
And everyday I still miss her.
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