Thanks, but no thanks, Susan.
Hello, LiveJournal! You've probably been worried about me. Here's a quick update: First of all, I had to trade in Susan Sarandon. Nothing personal. It's just that, like most guys, once you can have what you've been chasing, you no longer want it. After her inexplicable breakup with Tim, she called, and the fire just wasn't there anymore.
So I've moved on to Alicia Keys. She's coming over later, and we're going to a gyro place downtown.
Otherwise, things are going well. Twitter and Facebook are unsatisfying because there are so many people I work with on there that I can't say things I really think. Like: Damn, (Bill), who dresses you? Who the fuck wears those colors together?
Having to watch my language is hard. Can I get a woot-woot? I don't know what that means.
So I've moved on to Alicia Keys. She's coming over later, and we're going to a gyro place downtown.
Otherwise, things are going well. Twitter and Facebook are unsatisfying because there are so many people I work with on there that I can't say things I really think. Like: Damn, (Bill), who dresses you? Who the fuck wears those colors together?
Having to watch my language is hard. Can I get a woot-woot? I don't know what that means.