Truths

I'm not dead, just boring.

I went to NYC this past week with one of the best people I know, Melissa. It was pretty legit, except for some funny business by her friend Tatiana. I guess you've worn out your welcome when your hostess starts having sex four feet away from your left arm. Another good way to tell is when you try to drown out the noise of sloppy moaning by putting on your shoes noisily. (For the record, it isn't very effective.)

I may have a lead on the job front - Commonwealth in Columbia Heights. We'll see where I end up, in any case.

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