I saw a woman on the bus this morning whose hair looked like a coonskin cap over a mullet. Not attractive Ms. Ma'am.
I want to meet Armistead Maupin. I've started reading "Michael Tolliver Lives", and it's so nice to rediscover my old friends from Barbaray Lane again.
I was in a meeting between our fabulous new labor relations director and one of the unions and it got me all revved up. So much so, that I'm still kind of shaking. But it was certainly invigorating. The best part is is that I'm too amped up to take my usual lunchtime nap, so I'm going to get to take a walk for lunch like I used to. Noice, yg.
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