The next three weeks are make it or break it. Katie may have to be induced, Grandmom has to decide whether or not to have cancer surgery and work is getting really weird. Add to that the holidays and a seemingly ceaseless case of writer's block and I have the makings of a man ready to escape the everyday mundanity for the sake of some secular sanity. See? Now I’m writing like an early 90's rapper. I need a life-ectomy.
2 comments:
What you really need is a buxomy nympho whose father owns a liquor store, 2 nights at the Sands, a carton of 'LUCKIES', a vibrating waterbed and a trampoline.
bosox is too funny. I'm thinking a vacation to Hawaii for a little boogie boarding on the banzai pipeline. yeeha!
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