Saturday, April 09, 2005


Yesterday's post was little more than an open statement about my inner Frisbee's phenomenal talent for being a complete knucklehead and brat. Not the most charming of combinations.

You know, there are days when I would pay a pretty penny to be able to meet up with myself for drinks and bitch about me over a round or five. We'd have a
grand time, I'm certain. That would be most excellent. I realize that this sounds fully disassociative, but there are times when I'm being difficult and I can see the frustration in someone's eyes and I want to roll mine and say, "I know, huh?! She's a handful, isn't she? Trust me, you don't know the half of it."

Some people's children, I'll tell you what.

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