My Cardboard Balcony

It is now fifteen days before my wedding. ...Wow. Not much else to say otherwise. Shocking, huh? A super short introspection. What are the odds. Have a great night and a great weekend, everyone.

I Hate That Guy by Belinda Roddie I got a shotgun for my birthday. First target: Larry.

"I thought this was business casual Friday," scoffed Ingrid as she watched Tom shuffle in, dressed in a very nice black suit. "Just came back from a funeral," he mumbled before disappearing like a shadow into his cubicle. Ingrid bit her tongue and went very pink in the face. She turned to Allie, who hadn't looked up from her computer. "I'm an asshole, aren't I?"