I’m writing a newsletter. My volunteer organization requires I write one bi-monthly. I like doing them, they’re just time consuming because I’m not organized enough to remember what I’ve done in the past two months.
I’m going to talk about meeting Joey Comeau. I will refer to him as Joey, and he will get his own paragraph.
I flirted with a boy working at an Apple store today, his name tagged said he was Koen Van somethingorother and he had wolf eyes. You know the ones I mean, hazelnut brown with faint green and yellow streaks, orbiting the pupil like the sun.
Excuse me, I hear a screaming child that I must silence.
