I like to think life can be split up into three lives – childhood, the single life, and so-called marital bliss. I’m stuck somewhere in my second life – single adulthood. Now, if you’re like my parents, you skipped that whole middle headache. But if you’re like me – you keep pounding Advil, hoping it’ll be over soon...
Friday, March 18, 2011
God, I wish I knew what this was referring to....
My life is an experiment in bad decisions. One of them may be made tomorrow.
*The above was saved as a draft on 9/23/10.... I have no idea what it was in reference to :-)
Did you see Brett on 9/24? Did we go out? Maybe you were planning on eating gluten or dairy? So many posibilites!
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