Jan 26, 2009 21:47
I am reclaiming my life! Not that anything traumatizing happened to me ... recently ... but in the way that, I'm getting one. Somehow. Possibly by clubbing. Or making like a tree and branching out! Yeah, I know. Crickets. Crickets. I'm not a joke-guy. But, I'm funny! ... Sort of. I'm not as brooding as I used to be. That's for sure. What's the point of this, you ask? I don't know. Possibly, to get a life?
That said.
Talk to me! I rock.
OK, I'm kidding. And don't worry Eddie, you are enough for me. But, I need to do -- something else besides hang with you and Casper [which, essentially, the ghost hates. I mentioned the name inside the apartment and a pillow definitely was thwapped off the bed so keep the name on the down low, you know, the DL]...I never said I was hip.
What is there to do in New York, again? It's been too damn long.
I also need a job. But one thing at a time!