You know how life is: You work late so you miss a train, which means you can't go shopping, you have to walk all over the place to find an all night noodle shop so you can eat eat dinner, and you're so tired that almost trip over the girl trying to lure customers into the Yakuza-owned massage parlor and get a good threatening stare from a five-foot-five guy wearing a $2000 suit and a $40 color and perm job. Same old story, I guess.
Anyway, that yellow template sucked, so I'm gonna pretend that it never happened.
And as far as the Iraq thing goes, that's a whole 'nother rant. Keep your heads down, it's not going to end cleanly or quietly.
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