Saturday, April 05, 2008

My life in txts

Last night, I was, alas, stood up by the friend I was supposed to be having dinner with (journalists, last-minute work crises - sigh). I attempted to arrange a back-up plan with the guy I was meeting later for the concert (he ducked out too, domestic crisis - sigh).

In response to this second spurning, I sent the philosophical text message:

"So be it. Froog dines alone. Again. Probably on beer!"

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