It’s 9:27 on Sunday night and I have a date in 33 minutes. With the sewer guy.
Turns out there’s raw sewage floating through my basement and I tracked down the one guy in town who is somehow really attracted to that kind of thing.
Try not to be jealous.
But really, I mean, why not? I’ve had toxic waste flowing out of every metaphorical crevice in my life lately, so we might as well just move on to the real stuff. While we’re cleaning things up, let’s just do it all. Bring it on.
So that’s life on my end right now. If you’re lucky I’ll let you know how this date goes. There are just so many good metaphors I could use, but I really need you people to get your minds out of the gutter.
by julie rybarczyk
