Saturday 9 September 2006

The Great Canadian Beer Festival and I Are No Longer on Speaking Terms

As I got off the treadmill earlier, (where I was walking so slowly I was practically going backwards) I noticed a really good looking guy fully, totally, checking me out.

And all I could think was. . . .


"This would be a really bad time to throw up."





I'm going back to bed now. That will be all.

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