I got this, DJ. Step off.
When I first met my guy, I was thoroughly baffled at how he could be so romantic and lovely when he was not working, and yet so distant and humorless when he was.
Who was this guy? Was he bipoloar? Or had I done something to upset him? I was so confused.
I have developed this amazingly healthy habit of bringing my lunch every day to work. It saves a few dollars and keeps me out of Subway which continues to get more and more depressing each time I head there.
Plus, I actually feel GOOD about myself preparing a meal the night before. I wish in high school instead of Honors Civics I could have taken a “Ways to Take Care of Yourself That Will Feel Good” class. In the syllabus…
Many years ago I thought I could make it as a cartoon writer. Turns out you need to find someone who could draw to help bring my boners to life.
Note : “Boners” is a word last century that used to be in the vernacular to mean jokes. Now it just means, well, boners.
I'll never give this child another cigarette, pinky swears!
