Hey gang, hope you are all having a wonderful Valentines Day! Today is the perfect day for romantic dinners and … wait a minute… Valentines Day was last week, wasn’t it? Crap. Oh man, my girlfriend must be pisssssed off that I missed it! But then again, I don’t have a girlfriend, do I? So I guess I’m ok… But wait, if I don’t have a girlfriend, then who is this girl here in my bed? Or, um, this isn’t my bed. Where in the hell am I? And… um… why is this girl wearing a wedding ring? And why is there a man sleeping next to her, wearing a matching ring? And why am I curled up in fetal position at the foot of the bed???
Where am I?! What in the hell happened last night???
….and now they’re beginning to wake up. Great. Just great.
This is going to be awkward.
I’m just kidding, I’m actually sitting here alone in my office, and I’ve just posted a new short story. What do you say about that? Excited? I know you are. It’s my latest tale, and I think it’s a pretty decent read, and more importantly, a relatively short read. It’s called Proposal. Thus, the brilliant wedding ring-related intro to this post. Oh wait, this story isn’t about weddings. Damnit, this is going nowhere.
Anyway, you can find the story here, and the pdf version here. And an unrelated picture of a delicious glass of milk here.
Cats,
Bones
Dude, that was one sorry ass glass of milk. Come ON! Try doughnuts next time. Or beer. (Uhoh, I think I just sounded like Homer Simpson.)
Maybe you should go and sit in your chair, strap yourself down, and think about that a bit.