1,200.
This is my 1,200th entry. My first entry is from March 2002 and it contains the words "happy hardcore", so I'll spare you a rehash. The archive link is right there if you're really curious.
I'm kind of low today, so instead of wasting this momentous moment wallowing, I'm going to reprint the buck-up-Tiger horoscope from this week and call it a day.
Capricorn: "I don't want to be your Rice-A-Roni any longer," says one ex-boyfriend to another in the classic (the only?) gay baseball buddy flick The Broken Hearts Club. Rice-a-Roni - the ultimate ’70s game show consolation prize, the one thing you know you’ll go home with, even if you lose. (It’s “Garlique” these days, last time we checked Jeopardy.) Anyway, we think it’s time you stopped being someone’s Rice-a-Roni, too. And the only way to do that is to start feeling better about yourself - take some me-time, pamper yourself, eat french fries for lunch, whatever it takes. Pretty soon someone will recognize you for the grand prize that you are.
Thanks for hanging out with me for all these entries, friends. To another 1,200.
I'm kind of low today, so instead of wasting this momentous moment wallowing, I'm going to reprint the buck-up-Tiger horoscope from this week and call it a day.
Capricorn: "I don't want to be your Rice-A-Roni any longer," says one ex-boyfriend to another in the classic (the only?) gay baseball buddy flick The Broken Hearts Club. Rice-a-Roni - the ultimate ’70s game show consolation prize, the one thing you know you’ll go home with, even if you lose. (It’s “Garlique” these days, last time we checked Jeopardy.) Anyway, we think it’s time you stopped being someone’s Rice-a-Roni, too. And the only way to do that is to start feeling better about yourself - take some me-time, pamper yourself, eat french fries for lunch, whatever it takes. Pretty soon someone will recognize you for the grand prize that you are.
Thanks for hanging out with me for all these entries, friends. To another 1,200.