yesterday is over. Found the car. The play was good. Went out for a nice (it's fricken' hot outside) drink, came home, and talked on the phone like a seventh grader. Remember when you had to sneak downstairs to call someone... pre-cell phones. Kids today have it so easy.
Now I am leaving soon to go to a dance party in connecticut. whoop. whoop. whooping it up.
(oh, and another person got locked out of my office building... it seems they changed the code without telling him... they still haven't told me)
"the good times are killing me.
enough hair of the dog to make myself an entire rug."
"I copy that" is walkie-talkie talk for - I understand, will do, gotcha, ok, alright, yup, uh-huh, and much more depending on the inflection of the voice.
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