PolkOut.com is...mghmmmm...er...ugh!

Ankle deep in vomit.

Sunday morning was spent shopping at K-Mart for cleaning supplies because the air in our apartment was saturated by the foul smell of vomit.  Screwdrivers and Bailey's assured the evening's, and early morning's, ruin...

In other news...no, there is no other news.  That was my entire Columbus Day weekend.  At least I got my laundry done.

Oh, sh!t, I nearly forgot, $12 got me 500 business cards from Staples, check 'em out (my phone number has been edited out):

How freakin' sweet is that?  Sure, it hasn't exactly worked yet but hell, 500 cards...the odds are almost in my favor.

Oh yeah, romcoms, Alex is a moron.  We were standing at Staples, thinking of the dumb sh!--er, respectable interests that many women share, and romantic comedies seemed like a pretty reasonable activity to list.  But it was too long...however Alex had this convenient abbreviation that he assured me everybody (except for me) knows...which was blatantly untrue.  Well, crap, at least now women have one more reason to call.

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