fall cleaning

I'm not going to say the three-word sentence the title of this post suggests because it's not entirely the case. summer is very much still in session, though in its final stretch.

to all the boys that made this season a particularly humid one, my writing thanks you for it. peggy and I's friendship thanks you for it as well, as you all have helped us to come to terms with the fact that she and I are the same person; I'm just quicker-witted and therefore get to say what's in her head before she can finish thinking it. It's funny to hear/watch her throw a fit every time it happens.

But I digress.

this is to let you know that I am incapable of compartmentalizing in the way your species does so well. Unlike you, I cannot say that on Sundays I will have Funday. Monday-Friday I will go to work. And Saturday I will put my hand over my eyes and select one of you at random whom I'll make feel special if only for one night.

This fall brings GMAT to study. MLT app to complete. Tummy to flattten. Hair to twist. Real Housewives of Brooklyn to film. And maybe a new job to find.

Notice anything?

None of you made the cut.

This is your four week's notice. You must be gone by Labor Day.