This post's title comes from a Morrisey song or the Smiths.......my friend John really likes his/their shit sound and overall awful fucking music. Me, not so much.
Banter is defined as rambling, playful and friendly conversation. That's what I will try to do I suppose. There is really no need to think I shant.
I've completed my trifecta of ulcer inducing worry today and feel like a new man. That would be new job, proposal for marriage, and new place of shelter. I'm sure I'll find a new trifecta, possibly superfecta of worry within the fortnight.
Until then though - I'll be walking around town with my head held high.....like a young George Clooney.
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Sounds like things are falling into place. Very much like the time i complete the Tribeca Trifecta!
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