Yesterday while cleaning out my room, I found an old email from guy that I had dated when I was 19. I had, for some unknown reason, printed it out. It read:
Yeah, well. I don’t think you can meet my mom yet. She overheard me yesterday talking about how we do whiskey bombs together. Didn’t go over well. You don’t, like, do charity on the side, do you? Charity might help.
Sigh. If only he’d known about the tube of half-used toothpaste I once tried to give to the Salvation Army. That might have saved me.
April 25, 2007 at 2:01 pm
Does your rotating cat foster home count as charity? I think it should.
…Just to specify, the occupation of the cats rotates. The cats themselves do not rotate.
…And to specify furhter, I mean “occupation” like “they occupy”, not “occupation” like “this cat manages a hedge fund.”