Really? MY babies? You have to send me your address again (lost it). I want to send you the comedy CDs that I am making. Better just email it to me. I was in Georgia at my dad's the last week - or week before last week or something like that and it's been too busy at work for checking LJ everyday and I have no internet at home and can check my email on my cell phone but it rarely allows me to reply for some reason. I know, I know...I used to post new stuff all the time now it's very rarely. About the baby thing - maybe try counting sheep. You'll fall asleep faster. I'm no good. Fact is, I'm rotten to the core. I induce nightmares in women. The only consistent factor in my handful of failed relationships is me. Just the other day I was at the mall and I'm in this greeting card shop and I spot this gorgeous woman and I'm checking her out and she's checking me out and it's unbelievable. And she actually comes up to me and starts talking to me and asking me questions about what I like and don't like so I ask her out for a cup of coffee and she says that I'm gonna need more than one cup because if I play my cards right I'm gonna be up all night. So I look at her strangely because this kind of thing has never happened to me before. She smiles and and then leans in to me and whispers into my ear: "I'm gonna need your credit card number before we get started..." I just walked away. Can you believe that? It's not true but it's a pretty good story anyway right?
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