It's only really summer for about one week in Seattle, and that week is here. My western-facing apartment becomes as hot as the surface of the sun during these times, so if you need me for at least the next week I will be anywhere that is not here, up to and including: most of Capitol Hill, the North Pole, your house, inside an ice cream freezer. Bring plums.
In the meantime, I have stories that involve things like calling everyone in a room Balky, a boy attempting to use his uninvited genitals as a persuasive device, and misbehaving in new and vaguely epic ways. As it is only Monday, I can't imagine that things will do anything but get even more amusing.
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