From splifford.

( I'm a kitty! )

Looks like I'm staying homebound for the evening. A couple of people are at Mr. Quick's to watch the Justin Timberlake concert but I have no interest. I did stop by for a couple of minutes, to visit and have a drink, but could only manage a cigarette and a half before I had to jet. I couldn't help asking, "How is this appealing?" The ladies are in ( Read more... )

Friday night I heard about an opening from Mr. Quick for an apartment in his building. $200+ less a month than I'm paying right now and it's right on the red line. Moving there will save me commute time in the morning and cab money at night ( Read more... )

I'm posting this more to keep these lines immortal rather than lose them in the waste of my inbox.

In response to my last post, Mr. Quick proposed an outing with words so evocative, so glorifying of a night out wasted and making asses of ourselves that I nearly wept in anticipation. Or something.And speaking of bar-crawling, I was just thinking ( Read more... )