By some strange confluence of events, you've gotten to the website of, well, my names on here somewhere. But I'm not gonna make it that easy for you to find it. I'm sure the google ninjas out there should have no problem finding it.
This is my outlet for whatever I want. There's some humor, some reflection, some politcs and a lot of saracasm. But, most importantly a few observations of strange situations and stupid people I encounter around D.C. (and if you pronounce it Warshington I hate you already).
If you really want to know more click on the "About" tab above the crazy kid with the hairspray and lighter. It's all a bit self-serving and long-winded. But it's why I write.
I just bought a set of 620 thread count bedsheets. All the other sheets felt too rough. I’m not sure how I feel about this yet.
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Wes,
I got a message on my voice mail the other day from your new gynecologist. She said you have a consultation at 4pm on Monday.