Wednesdate

On the one hand he had to rush dinner, endure rude jeepney drivers to get to her place, almost slip on the algae-laced driveway AND misplace his 8GB thumb-drive* that contained the TV shows they were supposed to watch (good thing he brought a copy of Mrs. Henderson on DVD as a backup plan). The unprepared batch of Cadbury Hot Chocolate mix he brought was left as such, as well.

On the other hand they made out while attempting to concentrate on the dry comedic styling of both Dame Judi Dench and Bob Hoskins. The End.


*Still missing as of this entry. Did the car seat swallow it?!?

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I would like to apologize to the Contessa for upsetting her and not knowing when to quit when it came to showing her the extent of how any of us (her in particular) are vulnerable to having our seemingly personal and private information open online for anyone who does a simple Google search. Stalkers suck, truly. Identity thieves, too.