And by "a few hours", I meant a bit over twelve. But that's what you get.

I'm sort of embarassed to be making this announcement in a public forum such as this, but I'm too cowardly to do it face to face.

Jesse... it's over. I've found another woman.

Can we still be friends?

It's funny how, when your dreams are sweet enough, even three hours of sleep is enough to make the morning beautiful.

Riveting enough for you, Jesse?

Dear Sir or Ma'am:

Thank you for spraypainting my car. The swastika emblazoned on my rear quarterpanel was a true work of art. Next time, however, I'd prefer a color other than silver. My car already has white accents; perhaps white, or even mother-of-pearl, would better complement the existing color scheme.

With eternal gratitude,
Todd R.

Don't anybody look at me. I'm a moron. Don't know when to use the "you, too" phrase.

With the later of the talking.

My apologies for a rare and decidedly un-Toddlike entry that I have stricken from below. As I am certainly the center of your universe, I also mourn for the consternation and confusion it has caused. Carry on, my wayward children, for the SuperKid perseveres.

So today I left Julie three prank calls on her cell phone, courtesy of Marzipan's Answering Machine. Despite the unoriginality, they were quite entertaining. I've decided to make it a policy to leave at least one prank call every day, so keep your ears peeled ( Read more... )

For all of those who have already read Jesse's shotgun challenge post:

Yes, ladies, I got a good look, and no, it wasn't anything spectacular. Sorry Jesse.

Don't you have to post every once and a while to keep these things active? Or do you just have to sign on? Regardless, there you have it.

I don't have much interest in maintaining this Live Journal, for my life simply isn't that interesting. But I want to read about others' lives that are, so...