I kinda just became aware of the date-date this morning when I was sitting in the garden and noticed it was nearing a New Moon, and I was like, great, I'm probably late on my car insurance again. I guess I better pay it if I wanna be driving all around and stuff.
So I call my person's office or whatever, and I say, "I would like to make a payment please. And I believe I may be a little late."
And she says, "Is this Ronnie?"
"It sure is!"
Awww, man. That's great customer service!
As it goes for "time" these days, I'm sick of it.
Unless "Morris Day and the" comes along.
In Case You Were Wondering . . .
Sometimes Ronnie D writes funny stuff. Sometimes she writes desperate teenage prose. Most times she just slams her feeble, little woman-hand onto the keyboard in an attempt to feel something, anything.