A bunch of DC-area bloggers recently began engaging in what I believe LivitLuvit dubbed "TMI Thursdays." Since I'm not really all that anonymous, I've opted to keep my TMI-style stories to myself. Until now.
And although this hardly -- or at all -- delves into the body-fluid-centered stories of my e-compatriots (examples of which you can read here, here and, if you dare, here), the story I wrote recently for The Smart Set illuminates some dark, cold corners of my life before DC or "BDC," as it were.
To give you a preview, it starts off with me rolling out of a silver Mercedes in St. Petersburg in 2003. Did I mention it was moving? Because it was.
Anysweetsurvivalskills, to read my little tale of retardulousness, CLICK HERE!
And please do enjoy it; forward it to your friends and family; commission me to write an article for your publication; give me a book deal, or at least get another LOL at my expense.
From both of us (BDC and ADC -- that's after DC, of course),
We'll see you in hell. :)