I can’t believe I’ve been in California for three months and still haven’t gotten a haircut.
It seems like it would really help if I had assistants to handle this for me.
Which is a completely ridiculous idea. Maybe all those times Klara watched Queer Eye for the Straight Guy and I tried not to pay attention and surf the web the show was actually slowly seeping into my brain.
But, seriously, I probably need help picking out new office furniture and shelves. And I probably need some new pants, and I’m clearly not qualified to do that myself.
Maybe I need… what do you call it, friends?
Or maybe actually talk to the friends I do have here.
This sort of reminds me the Gay, Jock, or Yuping days are long past.
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