Was it ever in doubt?
The date went well. We split a bottle of wine at Murphy's, stayed 3-1/2 hours and never made the movie.
Oh, man. I'm so glad I've been running 5 miles a day. I'm so glad I have friends like Mark and Dorie, who I thank for the assist.
I'll be 36 years old in three hours and I don't even care.
I'm still a shitty poker player, though.
Oh, man. I'm so glad I've been running 5 miles a day. I'm so glad I have friends like Mark and Dorie, who I thank for the assist.
I'll be 36 years old in three hours and I don't even care.
I'm still a shitty poker player, though.
posted by kurokitty at
9:25 PM
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Way to go on the date! And you're a good poker player -- just don't let the cats play without supervision.
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Anonymous, at 3:24 AM
Happy Birthday. The more birthday's you pile on the less you will care in the long run. I've had well over 40 of them and it doesn't matter at this point. I only care about every 10 of them now. Once I hit 50 then it will be time for a mid-life crisis. Now where did I put that brochure on those sports cars?
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Anonymous, at 12:45 PM
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