I am supposed to be writing boring papers about stuff I don't give a fuck about.
Instead I am sitting and obsessing over why I haven't heard back from a certain person and wondering what to eat. I love food.
Okay I have to focus. Must write about babies and weddings.
Oh, and one more thing. There is a four year anniversary Improv-a-go-go show this Sunday, May 21st at the Brave New Workshop. 8pm. $1. You should go. Get their early.
Instead I am sitting and obsessing over why I haven't heard back from a certain person and wondering what to eat. I love food.
Okay I have to focus. Must write about babies and weddings.
Oh, and one more thing. There is a four year anniversary Improv-a-go-go show this Sunday, May 21st at the Brave New Workshop. 8pm. $1. You should go. Get their early.
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Babies are born, you slap them on the fanny, you clean their poop, they smile and you laugh. Then they grow up and get married. The marriage begins with a wedding.
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