One of These Days….

On Friday’s, I usually go to dinner with my_bootay. Over the last month or so, we’ve noticed that we’ve had a hard time coming up with things to do after dinner. Yesterday the same routine ensued. Finally I just asked why this was happening. The words that came out of her mouth was pure evil.

“Face it. Our lives are centered on our work.”

When the fuck did this happen?!!!! [note: For those of you who haven’t had to be tortured by my acquaintance for an extended period of time, I usually get the birthday psychosis-thing going around February.] I guess all I can do right now is wave at the people in SB. *sniffle, sniffle* That’s it. Peace out.