I decided to designate this past Saturday as the sixth month anniversary of my relationship with Corey. And while he apparently forgot this monumental occasion, I would just like to commend him for his continued tolerance of me and my juvenile, attention-seeking antics. He either has a high threshold for pain, or a masochistic streak as wide as the Atlantic Ocean.
So this past weekend we drove up to South Carolina for his sister's college graduation. Now I know you are all expecting me to crack a few redneck jokes and spout some political venom denouncing the bible belt for its conservative leanings. But what I have in store for you is even more hilarious than inbred hicks masturbating in their own fecal matter. What I witnessed there were the most hysterically funny, beetles-style haircuts that have ever crossed my cynical gaze. You heard right folks, John Lennon is back and he wants YOU to join the South Carolina Wig Society.
Anyway, for the past two weeks I have been avoiding laundry like the plague. I even went so far as to purchase new underwear to defer the agonizing prospect of this mundane chore. Today, however, the laundry basket reached critical mass and demanded my immediate attention, so I finally had to capitulate.
And yes,
kumputer, I did steal the title from you. Thanks for not using it and letting me take all the credit.