I sit back and smoke a cigarette.
Drink my vodka and orage.
Listen to music.
And all the while I wonder...why can't A PERSON WHO SHALL REMAIN NAMELESS (though he know full well who he is...yeah...I'm talking about YOU buddy!) figure out how to use a rice-cooker?
By the way....I AM wearing pants right now. But they don't fit properly so there is always the chance of embarrassment.
Wish I had a cat. Or maybe a gerbil. Something manageable since marriage is out of the question.
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