Monday, Monday
I sang Monday, Monday at karaoke last week, and it was not pretty. That one needs practice or needs to be left alone.
So I went to the murder house. The Realtor hardly mentioned the murder. He was like "blah, blah, after the tragedy, the Smiths bought the house, blah, blah" I really hope my friends buy it, though. It’s just around the corner and has a pool and everything. My friend Jay has a pool, but he lives in BFE. Oh, the guy who lives there now had a pair of black, Tod’s loafers laying out, and they were my size! I was thinking about stuffing them in my bag, but then I realized I didn’t bring a bag, and I couldn’t think of a way to get back into the house with a bag. I guess I already have two pairs of black loafers, and I hardly ever wear them even, so it’ll be okay without that pair.
