Ladies, form an orderly Queue
I think the plan was to watch Secretary at some point between 11am-Noon Greenwich-Mean Time, but this seems to be falling through. I should've used terms like "noon" and "morning" or the perennial am and pm. Such are the challenges of this, whatever this thing is we're doing across the distances we are doing it.
Can't get to school on time to save my life. Perhaps it's time to stop coming home between work and class in the altogether. I did have protracted conversations with my fellow students for the first time, and that was refreshing. I am the only person in my class (six of us) who doesn't have children. Surprise!
Make a conversion attempt tomorrow to transform lunch with mother into dinner with mother. In between, watching Pitch Black with Ryan in preperation for tonight's midnight Riddick. Keeping expectations under-wraps. I have a secret fantasy that this will be the greatest John Carpenter film never made.
there's this thing, Some dude warbles on about weed for half an hour on a realplayer feed. If you're bands are broad, take a look and I'll be DAMNED if that motherfucker doesn't look and sound eerily like Bob Ross of "Magic Of Oil Painting" fame, having smoked an oz a day for 30 years and trimmed the afro. Those would normally be likeness-dealbreakers, but this is an exceptional case.
Enough.
Can't get to school on time to save my life. Perhaps it's time to stop coming home between work and class in the altogether. I did have protracted conversations with my fellow students for the first time, and that was refreshing. I am the only person in my class (six of us) who doesn't have children. Surprise!
Make a conversion attempt tomorrow to transform lunch with mother into dinner with mother. In between, watching Pitch Black with Ryan in preperation for tonight's midnight Riddick. Keeping expectations under-wraps. I have a secret fantasy that this will be the greatest John Carpenter film never made.
there's this thing, Some dude warbles on about weed for half an hour on a realplayer feed. If you're bands are broad, take a look and I'll be DAMNED if that motherfucker doesn't look and sound eerily like Bob Ross of "Magic Of Oil Painting" fame, having smoked an oz a day for 30 years and trimmed the afro. Those would normally be likeness-dealbreakers, but this is an exceptional case.
Enough.