Is there a more fitting end to summer than a cold, wet and rainy labor day weekend? I think not.
met her on a monday
Now that the crazy busy portion of the year is just about behind me, I think it is time I did something about what's behind me.
planning, onomotopoetically.
I'm really inordinately happy about it being Friday night, like let's have a goddamn party muthaf***ers happy.
money: it's a hit
I am thinking about going back to graduate school. For an MBA.
boom
I am reading an absolutely fantastic book that takes place during the Blitz in London. I am almost at the end, and there is quite a lot of bombing going on. People are getting blown to bits, literally.
auto erotic
It's a beautiful summer day! Fuck the beach! Let's go to the car wash!
...in bed
OK then. The only thing I can say without totally blowing my anonymity is wow that was one hell of a weekend and man am I tired.
virginal, pure
My underwire bra has gone all freaky on me again. They always do this eventually -- somehow the wire pokes a hole through the fabric on the end near my sternum, and before I know it I am sitting in a meeting with what looks like a very long, curved matchstick peeking up from behind my top shirt button.
tribute
Maybe it's because that sexy beast Kevin Smith has been all over the universe with the press push for Clerks II and my old friend/roommate/moocher extraordinaire Paul always reminded me of Kevin Smith, with his similar penchant for wearing short pants and telling off-color jokes.
hey ladies
Does anyone need a sticker peeled off?