Given the power of assumption, “Drug Free Zone” signs only make sense in Amsterdam.
I’m thinking about writing a novel. The protagonist is young guy who recently graduated from college. He hates his job, but can’t figure out what he wants to do with his life. What he lacks in gumption he makes up for in lethargy, and is bound by delusion to near terminal inertia.
I’m thinking of writing an autobiography.
One of my iGoogle widgets is a window that provides two “How to of the Day” articles. Although I chose to include this option for the sake of edifying tips and hobby suggestions, the articles, selected at random, have provided boundless entertainment. The two pieces this Monday, for example, were:
“How to Deal with a Difficult Mother in Law”
“How to Make Jello Shots”
I want a Rosetta Stone CD that teaches me how to convincingly make fun of people with foreign accents.
When I first heard the term “oral sex,” I thought that it meant talking dirty over the telephone. If you’d prefer to cling to your initial impression of my adorable innocence, don’t ask me what I thought that “phone sex” meant.
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