Thursday, August 14, 2008

Confessions XVII

Today I dropped my glass bottle off the windowsill in the women's restroom at the paper, and it shattered. I had to sweep it up with a broom that was locked in a closet in advertising. (My face is red just thinking about it.)

If I were to ever start drinking, I think I'd start with vodka.

I could very well be the type of person who would carry vodka around in a water bottle, so no one would know.

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