I’m eating a yogurt dated April 10 (I love you Tizzy) and just sent of resume/cover letter number kazillion. How are you?
Currently I am convinced that I am in no control of my moods, and neither are my hormones, even. It’s got to be 100% planetary.
This blog’s been neglected because, other than working, how do I say this with even a modicum of kindness … well … B is not, and I’m kind of afraid to post without a picture and the Flicker’s sent me this full message.
Blah blah.
I guess I just feel like being honest.
Or the planets are telling me to be honest.
Tell me something good ...
1 comments:
I threw out someone's yogurt (mine?) today at work because it expired in March.
I'm getting more daring though--I ate one that was 1 week past the expiration date! (Flirtin' with disaster)
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