Saturday, October 13, 2007
Dear Self
This is a friendly note to post up so that you remember not to take a big swig of milk straight from the carton before checking the smell of said milk despite what the expiration date says.
A gigantic gulp of sour milk is rather unpleasant.
Ok, Self? Just because you are exhausted from work does not excuse you being a dumb ass.
For cripe’s sake, must I hold your hand through life? If you feel sick tomorrow, it’s your own damn fault.
Love,
Yourself
(Oh please, kids, you talk to yourselves too. It’s not like I’m answering myself.)
