Saturday, July 7, 2007


I wanted to go out. To a party. I got dressed in my party finery and I was fine. In a fit of inspiration, brought on by the model search on, I wore a cut up t-shirt that I haven't worn in four years. I decided I would go out and be my best Friday night self. But I was not to be. Instead of meeting me at the party my friends came over to my house, and we got to talking, and hanging, and...

No party. Apparently I needed more than the cut-up T to make up for four years of aging. A new lesson learned: stay out after work on Friday. Or else you won't go out on Friday.

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