Be a sweetie and don't tell me when it's tomorrow.
Oh Lord Boofu. Just cracked upon the champaign on Arrested Development and it ended up being a race to finish before it did. But woof, they really piled the guilt, too; almost warrants some extended cold turkey from irony (better resolution than 'employment'). The critic in me reminds me three seasons is perfect for a near-perfect story-arc, but I'm keeping complaints down to minimum, seeing as I'm part of its demise - this ain't no Family Guy, and G4 as sure as hell ain't no Adult Swim. Sigh, which is more demoralizing in light that that Volume Four box set on the basement floor is mostly lost potential deposited onto some discs. But really, I just wish the cast would all stop picking career desperation as compensation for every four page script they keep signing up on.
At least it was a free lunch. Another odd perk of growing up West Michigander: on my budget, I'd being doing tricks behind Vertigo by now (and probably slicing the fat off, considering the local consumer seems to be doing anything but there nowadays). Heartside, Heartside. Watch that cholesterol, now. Say, anyone know what they're clearing out the old 75 space for? A reopening is all I'd want for being a good boy.
Speaking of, anybody unwrap any weird Giftmas winnings? Intriguing the inner cynic in me, mummy received the latest Linda Goodman's Love Signs. It's a real opus, lemme tell ya. How someone can write variations of "...and your centering energy must oscillate with the demands of a down to earth impulsive romantic..." over a thousand pages and not require immediate remedial education deserves to keep hustlin'.
O, what the children think of us?! Enjoy your daily double.
(Mm. Note to self: rewrite grocery list...)
At least it was a free lunch. Another odd perk of growing up West Michigander: on my budget, I'd being doing tricks behind Vertigo by now (and probably slicing the fat off, considering the local consumer seems to be doing anything but there nowadays). Heartside, Heartside. Watch that cholesterol, now. Say, anyone know what they're clearing out the old 75 space for? A reopening is all I'd want for being a good boy.
Speaking of, anybody unwrap any weird Giftmas winnings? Intriguing the inner cynic in me, mummy received the latest Linda Goodman's Love Signs. It's a real opus, lemme tell ya. How someone can write variations of "...and your centering energy must oscillate with the demands of a down to earth impulsive romantic..." over a thousand pages and not require immediate remedial education deserves to keep hustlin'.
O, what the children think of us?! Enjoy your daily double.
(Mm. Note to self: rewrite grocery list...)