Love Rocket
Oh, LJ, you're soooo 2005. I mean, you're still wearing Ugg boots, for Chrissakes!
Still, I'm not going to decry your outmoded fashion sense, or point out the fact that your once-teeming populace has abandoned you for the social-networking orgy of Facebook and Myspace. I still believe in you, you and your idealistic vision of a world in which people write in complete sentences, and pour forth their innermost thoughts to an audience of faceless internet stalkers without shame.
I've been distracted lately. Spring is here, squirrels are frollicking about in the trees, and douchebags from far and wide have hauled their flip flops and O'Neill board shorts out of the back of their closets to offend us all with their college/camping fashion faux pas.
Easter weekend came and went with little in the way of chocolatey excess. Morgan and I enjoyed a delicious ham dinner at Connie and Ray's house on Friday night. The rest of the weekend was spent coming up with creative ways to finish the leftovers of said ham. I also managed to attend a party, make an appearance at the bar, and lose a game of poker by making some of the worst moves in my professional gambling career.
Tonight, Kevin and I will get drunk and silly at the Red Elvises show. I should probably avoid this event altogether, as tomorrow is another work day, but I can't pass up an opportunity to dance like a moron to some Russian-surf-rockabilly tunes.
Still, I'm not going to decry your outmoded fashion sense, or point out the fact that your once-teeming populace has abandoned you for the social-networking orgy of Facebook and Myspace. I still believe in you, you and your idealistic vision of a world in which people write in complete sentences, and pour forth their innermost thoughts to an audience of faceless internet stalkers without shame.
I've been distracted lately. Spring is here, squirrels are frollicking about in the trees, and douchebags from far and wide have hauled their flip flops and O'Neill board shorts out of the back of their closets to offend us all with their college/camping fashion faux pas.
Easter weekend came and went with little in the way of chocolatey excess. Morgan and I enjoyed a delicious ham dinner at Connie and Ray's house on Friday night. The rest of the weekend was spent coming up with creative ways to finish the leftovers of said ham. I also managed to attend a party, make an appearance at the bar, and lose a game of poker by making some of the worst moves in my professional gambling career.
Tonight, Kevin and I will get drunk and silly at the Red Elvises show. I should probably avoid this event altogether, as tomorrow is another work day, but I can't pass up an opportunity to dance like a moron to some Russian-surf-rockabilly tunes.