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Speaking of, I’ve been thinking about playing some Allman Brothers at the rehearsal dinner. But I might need a little lead time to learn the solo.

For me, a fresh excel sheet offers endless promise. A blank deck is the root of inspiration.

Even that pathetic loser Bernard received a letter from his gal.

Reality: The bar door is a push not a pull, and I make quite a scene trying to open it.

Now is the time for us to act quickly and decisively. But first, let’s take a moment to acknowledge our May birthdays!

I’m really excited to get to know you better! Where do you live? What are your hobbies? What are you eating right now?

Customer service is, as before, abysmal. It requires at least three begs, a yip, and an emphatic paw stomp to get any attention from the staff.

It is May 10, 2008. I am nine years old. I purchase the book Frindle from Hastings Entertainment Store. My mind grows fat off its teachings.

So now I’m a child, still bouncing on the trampoline—did I mention the forest floor is made of trampoline?—and I’m trying desperately not to cry.

Got a haircut and started showering every day. And I’m pretty sure he got my Michael Scott tattoo removed, but he won’t let me see.

Soon, I’ll have to decide which to marry. For now, we do a lot of courtship. One of them might stare at me, and I stare back.

She rolls into my office like one of those rotating hot dogs at 7-11. You know the ones, plastic-y but intriguing.