I'm contemplating violating a rule. As you've noticed (if you've read this thing with more attentiveness than you pay a bus schedule) I am recounting the interesting elements of my life in 'ten year later' spurts.
But it was just New Years Day. And I don't know if I want to wait another full YEAR to tell you the tale of The Sailor Chick (aka She Who Must Not Be Named).
Or should I just talk about meeting
mr_weasel, his roommates, and OBN?
Or is this all a Huge Waste of Taxpayer Money.