Location: in my jammies, working from home
Mood: hopeful
Music: It’s alright, baby’s coming back (make it easy on yourself)
Her: How can I help you?
Her: Um…I guess the triple Whopper with cheese.
Her: You want a quadruple whopper? We don’t…I don’t have a button for that. I could charge you for another Whopper and you could stack that on top.
Her: OK, so you want a Triple Whopper with Cheese and two Chicken sandwiches but just the meat stuffed into the Triple Whopper.
Her: (bursts out laughing) I take it you didn’t have breakfast.
My birthday’s coming up. You should all chip in and buy me a defibrillator.
On a positive note, may be close to settling with the IRS. Still need to come up with some coin but nothing near the $25,674 they initially said. Wanna see it in writing before I’ll believe it.
Could use some win.
Getting hit on a lot again – don’t think it’s so much me as because it’s spring. If not for spring, I think there’d be a lot more single people in the big city.
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Hey Logan- just wanted to say I have been a fan of your blog for a while. Your writing style has a romanticism and tragic style I can't let go of. I hope that despite all your troubles, things shine brightly for you in your life 🙂
Brian – Thanks so much; it's a good way to start off a Thursday!
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