I guess you know the earth is gonna crash into the sun
Today is not N.’s unbirthday. By an amazing stroke of luck, it’s also exactly 182.5 days away from her half-birthday. (Ladies do not divulge their age, and a true gentleman does not ask. So don’t even think about it!)
To celebrate, I plan to eat a lot of broccoli and drink a lot of beer. Since she hasn’t spoken to me in two months, I’m guessing she won’t be partaking.
January 8th, 2003 at 18:19
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Six months later, almost to the day, N. pinged me today with a cute e-mail forward. I responded. So I