So. 
I'm sitting on a pleather couch at the Downtown Brew. In case any of you haven't been yet, I highly recommend it as a good place to "hav fun n hang out w/ frenz omg", a decent though unremarkable source of full-flavored coffee beverages, and a particularly comfortable place to watch Sci-Fi and Scrubs. I'm currently witnessing a fascinating ( Read more... )

I want to dance so badly I could cry. I didn't get my fix Friday and I don't have a dance partner anymore. He got lost.

I am sad.

I was in the grocery store on the morning of Thanksgiving fetching various food items for mom. One of them was turkey gravy. I had trouble finding it, so one of the workers nearby helped me out. As it turns out, they were out of turkey gravy, so we stood for a moment, debating on whether I should buy chicken gravy or just abandon the mission. At ( Read more... )

Wow. I just saw the biggest, most obvious piece of propaganda in quite a while. It advocates the use of check cards instead of cash, because cash "shouldn't slow you down."  The commercial is amazingly choreographed, but the message is so blatantly obvious: A cashless society is ideal and anyone who says differently will just get in the way of your ( Read more... )

Home at last. Gay survey. Enjoy.

Thirty-One (flavors?)

These questions are kind of random.

1. In two words, explain what ended your last relationship.
Careless naivity

2. When was the last time you shaved your legs?
Last night

3. What were you doing this morning at 8am?
Sleeping in a wakeboarder's room in his absence

4. What were you doing 15 minutes ago?
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Two words are going through my head right now. They are simply
silky and schmooth.

So...I've been trying to decide what I think about Panic! At the Disco, and began closer inspection of the few songs I picked out from their newest album ( Read more... )

Me: I haven't seen that blanket before. Did daddy get that for you?
Ashton: Yeah. He got it for me from the Fuzzy Blanket Store.
Me: Oh yeah? Where's that?
Ashton: It's way far away, near Canada.

I freakin' love that kid.
He's pretty cool for a three-year-old.

High school
is like the training wheels
for the bicycle
of real life.  <--- (barely deliberate enough to even warrant punctuation)

[grimmace]

I've been thinking, pondering the precise nature of my confusion. I'm having trouble putting into words the emotional chaos surrounding recent events. This is of course inherently frustrating to the ( Read more... )

MALORRA: Well, bye you guys!
[Malorra leaves]

ENID: Since when is she an "actress"?
REBECCA: I know, she needs to die immediately.

That was in the original script. I like it.