I’m moving. Yes, moving… shifting house… migrating… changing horses … jumping ship… altering my housing supplier. Some of you may be thinking of jumping up and down in joyous exuberance, while others might be crying deep within. While I protest more vehemently towards the first group, BOTH reactions are quite...
“My fingernails had grown too long. In restaurants, waiters stopped offering me forks; they assumed I'd just harpoon my food without silverware.”from - The Smarter Phony, read the full article...
GTFO, 2016. And close the door behind you. | The Blah Blahs and the Yada Yadas says:
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