It’s been a while since I’ve introduced you to a new D.J. confession. In the past I talked about how I used to wear tight jeans, and how I pretended I was in bands when I wasn’t, and how I poop when I talk on the phone. But that’s nothing compared to this confession.
Tag: Vietnam
I Did Something F***ing Crazy Over Thanksgiving – Part II
You know you still have one.
In the last installment, I talked about the idea of a “Dates With Readers” feature where I would go out with a few women who regularly read my blog.
Read Part I Here – and then come back, because, well, you’ll totally want to!
I was telling my father about Jessica, the woman in the previous story with whom (Or is it “with whom”? Or “to whom”? To which? Damn my feeble attempt at grammar! I just learned the commas rules recently. I still promptly ignore them. But I learned it!). I was really starting to connect.
