Someone please tell me that seriously did not just happen.
Oh my G.
My story will top this evening's hilarity charts for sure.
At least I am listening to Sufjan, in order to settle the tense mood.
Oh boy.
I am going to bed to read and wait.

Sometimes my mom does things that make me think she's either a) crazy, or b) drunk ( Read more... )

I'm procrastinating something that really can't afford to be procrastinated.

It's not a big deal. (It is a big deal.)
Don't worry about it. (Please care.)

Last night I embarassingly assumed that the Asian man at Max's house was Nam.
Much to my suprise, it turns out that in fact it was Keith Tsang. aka, the original Classy Asian.
I even said hey, like we had met and chatted before, because I was so sure it was Nam.
I guess that explains why Gill wasn't very excited, because it wasn't really Nam. Oh

This morning when I woke up, I had an even bigger shock than the Hamster Dance ( Read more... )

I woke up to the radio playing the Hamster Dance this morning.
I almost shot myself in the face.

For awhile I was all: Soy milk! Gross ( Read more... )

So, I have a bedroom on the basement level, and my windows are very easy to sneak in and out of ( Read more... )

Days off work, party playlists, and novels about young gay boys are what really makes the summer summery.
Today I am going to make Gillian lunch, (soup and sandwich), then I am going to tidy my living quarters.
This is a good day.