well, back off my jolly's, with the merest hint of a suntan (4 more freckles) and covered in mosquito bites. I have an important meeting tomorrow of the recruitment kind - the dilemma I face is do I go there smelling of Anthisan or do I sit there scratching like I have fleas? Tough call.
Happy Birthday, Sis! Forty fucking years old! Can’t believe we’re
celebrating this milestone without you still knocking around, but celebrate
it we will. P...
4 years ago
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