753. Bad pickup lines. I had a dr. the other day who wanted to know what my weekend plans were. After hitting on me a bit, he told me that he would probably go to the campus bars, get drunk and throw up. He said it happens once a year. I asked him if it was an annual event, like a holiday. He told me that he likes to drink and that it sometimes gets a little out of hand. All while he is trying to see what I am doing for the weekend. I should have told him that I didn't want to hold back his hair.
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754. Working from home. |
755. Options of multiple grocery stores.
756. Art lessons.
757. Finding a sketchbook on sale.
758. Instant coffee.
759. That I have never had to beg for money, food, or work.
760. That I am not a federal employee.
761. My sister's new job at Caribou Coffee.
762. That thus far, the bully down the street has yet to actually hit me with his bike or a belt while I am running or riding.
763. Beautiful fall days.
764. A gifted oscalting fan/heater that keeps my office cool in the summer and bedroom warm on chilly autumn nights.
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