Ahhh, the doggy days of summer. Working, sleeping, lounging, videogames, croquet, chillin’. There’s so much to do and so much time to do it in.

Today, I will call Sarah. Hopefully she’ll be over her cold by now. Poor girl, suffered all weekend. Perhaps we’ll watch a movie? Or play a game? Or something else? We shall see.

Otherwise my day is wide wide open.

A poem:

Rude-girl, upstart, skank with me

Moshing, jumping, careless and free.

Rebound, stage dive, count to three

I will be your rude-boy honey.

Inspired by the Toasters show. This goes out to the chick in the blue shirt that didn’t give a $#!^ whose arms she fell into, and to Brian, the guy whose arms were ready to catch her.

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