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Because I never explain myself on this front, it's doubtful you know the Roastbeef saga unless you witnessed it. Either way you can trust me when I say it was rough. So we hung out for the first time in an exordinate amount of time, and... I swear he apologized. Or at least, came as close to doing so as can be expected. I don't know. Somehow I felt it should be noted. Other Importance of Note: People keep saying brilliant things and I keep forgetting to write them down. Let it forever hence be known that whatever it was that Mirm, Andrew, and Jeff said was hilarious and oh-so-painfully-true, but posterity will never be allowed to enjoy their wit and wisdom. And all because I was positive I would remember it later. Oh, future generations, I have failed you in so many ways... FIN. 4:06 a.m., Friday, Jun. 17, 2005 |
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