Sep 29, 2005 22:33
In the words of that exchange student, Jonas, who was in our UFA drama class for a year, "I am not dead." I've just been super busy. Don't worry though, muffs, I've been laying the LJ slacker guilt on thick. Particularly on behalf of Dan Muff with whom I have most of my digressions online. Mega loves to you, bitch. I miss our Iranian platter funfests, copious amounts of booze, molestation romps in your volvo/vulva (did you see the Shaggin' Wagon props in the paper?) and pretending to be swingers from New Jersey. Life just ain't so amusingly random sans you in Monty. Does anyone mind if I cut LSE and make it bleed on account of their stealing people I like (you, Monica, umm... Jagger?)
Don't go playa hating though, lots of loves to be spread like Del on a cracker-I'm pale like a Saltine, yes?
Now, some wise words to settle the masses. Let's hope this attempt at appeasement is more successful than the compromise of 1850-way to go Clay/Calhoun/Webster!
When you're walkin' down the street
And a man tries to get your business
And the people that you meet
Want to open you up like Christmas
You gotta wrap your fuzzy with a big red bow
Ain't no sum bitch gonna treat me like a ho
I'm a classy honey kissy huggy lovey dovey ghetto princess
Gay men are so inspirational.