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Errands and answers

Ok, there are a patrillion things that I’m supposed to be doing right now. 

  • book the bowling place so we can have a late b-day party for sick-on-her-birthday Abby
  • deposit some moolah in the bank (why do I always put that off? makes no sense)
  • contact FSU for my official transcript
  • look at my bank balance (oy vey)
  • hit Publix for some dinner fixens
  • clean the kitchen in anticipation of actually cooking

I think that’s it.  Not quite so intimidating when it’s all written down. OH crap. I also have to pay my ticket before there’s a warrant out for my arrest.  Yeah, on Easter Sunday I ran a red light. (I still insist that it was yellow.)  I tried to smile my way out of it, but mister man wasn’t so nice. Happy Easter my arse!

blah.

That being said, of course, I’m gonna blog.  Can a person die of overprocrastination? I think I’ll be a guinea pig on that one.

So, Stiletto asked how J5 and I met.

Picture it. Sicily. 1912.
oh wait.

Try French class. 1988.
I don’t know him yet, but I want to.
So I write some obscure yet witty quip on a tiny piece of paper, fold it up, and throw it at him.
That was the beginning of a year of flying paper.
Best of friends.
We lost touch after J5‘s freshman year at FSU.
Both married other people, had kids, got divorced.
I found him on myspace, by accident.
Nice surprise.
🙂
Here’s the video synopsis.

Johnny, feel free to add anything I’ve missed,, (especially if it’s complimentary towards yours truly,) and try not to go all egomaniac on me. 😉

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