A haiku excuse for not blogging

Sniffling, sneezing
My nose running all the time
Can't wait for the freeze

I may be 31, but I've still got it!

For those of you that haven't heard, I got asked out on a date. That's right, a date. He was unshaven (in an unhygenic sort of way), drunk, and after some quick math, 49. I'm pretty sure we'd take the Startran bus to our nice dinner. I just love serving coffee at Scooter's!