Racing Teacups Is Lame
"Let's try and post something here shall we Mssr. Exhausted Celeb?"
Sure I'd love to, question asking device. Thing is I'm not feeling all that froggy these days and have sworn off using this forum as my kvetching post. That said, I'll give it my best shot.
I was out a little bit past my bedtime last night. This resulted in me being too tired to summon the energy to find a belt to add to the top of my pantaloons. Now I am facing a bit of difficulty with the whole business of keeping my pants up. Let that be a lesson to me.
In other non-pants related news, I have begun searching for a new place in which to hang my hat. I have no desire to remain in the void I currently call home any longer. There is at least one prospect so far and I have made arrangements to view this potential stomping ground on Monday.
Thinking of my current residence is filling me with a black goo that is threatening to spill out into this blog, so methinks I'll change gears again.
There are several projects I've recently agreed to do. One has a deadline that is quickly approaching and I fear I may not get the work done in time. It's not a paying gig, but still, I'd feel like a crumbum should I fail to deliver. Meanwhile, my secret identity continues to temp in the very bowels of Hell. This limits my time severely. My secret identity needs to get his ass a better job pronto.
I've been out of town for the past two weekends and that was enjoyable. A little time away from the rotten apple can do wonders for the old mental health and such.
Well question asking device, I gave it my best and don't really feel like writing any more at the moment. Hope you liked it.
Your pal,
Exhausted Celeb
Sure I'd love to, question asking device. Thing is I'm not feeling all that froggy these days and have sworn off using this forum as my kvetching post. That said, I'll give it my best shot.
I was out a little bit past my bedtime last night. This resulted in me being too tired to summon the energy to find a belt to add to the top of my pantaloons. Now I am facing a bit of difficulty with the whole business of keeping my pants up. Let that be a lesson to me.
In other non-pants related news, I have begun searching for a new place in which to hang my hat. I have no desire to remain in the void I currently call home any longer. There is at least one prospect so far and I have made arrangements to view this potential stomping ground on Monday.
Thinking of my current residence is filling me with a black goo that is threatening to spill out into this blog, so methinks I'll change gears again.
There are several projects I've recently agreed to do. One has a deadline that is quickly approaching and I fear I may not get the work done in time. It's not a paying gig, but still, I'd feel like a crumbum should I fail to deliver. Meanwhile, my secret identity continues to temp in the very bowels of Hell. This limits my time severely. My secret identity needs to get his ass a better job pronto.
I've been out of town for the past two weekends and that was enjoyable. A little time away from the rotten apple can do wonders for the old mental health and such.
Well question asking device, I gave it my best and don't really feel like writing any more at the moment. Hope you liked it.
Your pal,
Exhausted Celeb