Wednesday, March 3, 2010
10:50 am pst
Carla Vanderholt? I guess it’s not Vanderholt anymore. Hi.
Remember me? I’m Robert Throckmorton. I used to go by Bob.
Bobby? We made out once. Remember? It was in Davey Martin’s
basement. You were visiting your cousin, Cindy. Remember? It was
June 4, 1972. We were playing Truth or Dare, and they dared you to kiss me. And you
did. But then you had to leave. And you went back home. And then
your dad got relocated and you had to move. I’ve been trying to find you ever since.
I know it was only one kiss, but it was more than that. I felt something. I think
you did too. Can I come in?
Monday, March 1, 2010
Word of the Week
Fuddlemuck: The point where bureaucracy takes on a life of its own.
6:41 pm pst
Overheard Conversation in the Fitness Center
"No, dude. You ain't no serial killer. Four only makes you seriously deranged. Five, maybe."
6:40 pm pst