Honored you searched for my blog, sorry about the mention of cow semen on the top post.
Man, the fireworks last night were extraordinary. I wasn't planning on watching them, but I was talking to some family while I was walking around Pentagon City and they said they were heading for this hill overlooking the Pentagon to watch, so I followed. The mp3 player was packed full of Steve Winwood while I viewed the show--it was just what Alexander Hamilton would have wanted.
Today, got caught in a downpour, but I usually like when that happens, so long as I'm not carrying anything easily dissolved. Then a lovely dinner with the Volokhs--whose last name I've never learned to pronounce but who nonetheless consistently invite me over--with Jay and Shelby (interrupted by Carol's call).
A bum asked me for change. I turned him down and then asked him for wardrobe advice. He opined ("Yeah, tuck that shirt in), and gave me his plan for getting into the workforce. I told him it was good he had a plan, and it seemed like a good one, and I wished him luck. Then he asked me for change again and I turned him down again.
but my mom gave me the "stern talking to" about it and that sucked
This is why I always ask my dad's advice when it comes to women. SCOTT: So Dad, there's this girl... DAD: Are you hitting it? SCOTT: Totally. DAD: That's my boy!!! *click*
WHO are you hitting??
I make girls up. It makes him feel better.
Wow. Found out two more friends are engaged (not to each other) today. What a world.
Call on me, Valerie.