I know I’m not the only person to consider September the real start of the year – the Jews have been doing it this way for, what, 4000 years or so?
So it’s time for new year’s resolutions. This year, they’re all specific details around the general theme of “I need to be taking better care of myself.” This includes taking a break from dating for a while (enough of these complicated soap operas I cast, script, and direct); getting a better handle on my finances; and cleaning out the middle bedroom, which is the main dump site for stuff I don’t want to deal with.
But twicks you can’t quit dating! I mean, I depend on the occasional thread from you on how sucky your love life is! I need to know there’s at least somebody else going through date hell!
Ok, so mine’s going fairly good right now. It’s just cause the cops haven’t discovered the bodys buried in his backyard yet, though
Well, Saturday morning I did help him to clear a bunch of fallen limbs from his backyard. The yard did feel kinda squishy. Could that be from shallow graves?
Oh, and suddenly he has a new postman. Sound suspicious?