My Thursday night was muchly improved when I walked past a giant black man standing in the greeting cards section of Target, giggling to himself. Kind of along the same lines as this big guy, little ukelele theory of humor.
I spent my Friday night talking to 8th grade girls about how to be better friends to themselves and others. To wit, I shared with them an entry from my entirely embarrassing Diary of Crushes and Pettiness for which I Will Never Properly Atone. I gauge my presentation as moderately to largely ineffective, but my audience meter was down that night, so I guess we'll never know.
P.S. Can anyone tell me where I can find a battery made of unicorn mane and fairy dust?
Wow! Holy crap! I almost left you without saying: It's St. Patrick's Day! Hi. Hi. Check this out.
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why weren't those three performing at the 5:15 mass before pub night?
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