The original title of this was mostly because of my teenage love for Jack's Mannequin's first album. And in a way, I guess I'd like to think my life really is a story for someone out there. I suppose it gives some meaning to all of the nothing.
Thursday, September 01, 2011
How do you ask someone to stop coughing in their hands, but rather into their elbows (as doctors and most of the world recommends) without sounding like a jerk?
I will not be happy if I get sick with the rest of the office.