Wednesday, January 30, 2008
I regret to inform you...
Danm, I have written a lot of emails lately that carried that header. That's what happens when over the weekend you decide to scrap everything and start over. I regret to inform you I will be leaving this soul-crushing excuse for a job (really, how is one's soul to survive subsisting on governmental janitorial practices?). I regret to inform you I will no longer be requiring your company. I regret to inform you I will not be needing my awesome writing coach. I regret to inform you that I signed up for your kung fu classes on a whim and can't do them now. Goodbye bed, goodbye furniture. Goodbye San Diego.
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You don't like men in tights? I guess a night at the ballet is out of the question too.
My last unfortunate experience at the ballet involved the Russian Ballet performing the Nutcracker to a CD soundtrack in something roughly the size of a cantina. I was nonplussed. If you are going to torture me with the exquisitely toned thighs of gay men, I'd rather my money go to "Thunder Down Under".
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