johnotronic

end scene.

I got my new computer today.

So this is it, party people. Loretta's on her way out, and Nanci's here to stay, if only for a few years. I won't be loading SG on her.

So, in essence, this is goodbye.

To anyone who bothered to read this, thank you. To anyone who came back to read it again, I'm sorry. To Clara, um, both....
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Hey. I've cancelled my membership. December 14th. In the end, I'm just not scene enough.

Get used to not hearing from me. As if you couldn't do without...

If you think this is funny, I heart you. I heart you a lot. Woot.

I woke up this morning to the sound of a squirrel scuttering into my room. I yelled, "Ah!" but it was so uninspired that it was barely even an exclamation. I only said it 'cause I felt like I had to, if that makes any sense.

I didn't know how to get rid of him, so I just opened the window more, threw a shoe...
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I have things to say, but no one really to tell them to.

Today, while the teacher was going on about the characteristics of the effective listener, I grew frustrated with the daunting task of interpersonal communication and craved the cold embrace of a beer. And this bothered me.

One day, I could be posthumously famous.

I honked my horn in frustration today for the...
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It's 9:00 Sunday evening. You know what that means.

Carvinale on HBO.

Baseball vs. astrology.

My horoscope says I should meet her today.

However, the Marlins are starting Beckett.

[update: Becket and the Marlins won. However, I chose astrology and lost.]

For my twenty-fifth birthday, I got the most beautiful day of the year and a hangover.

Neither was wrapped.

This just in: lime Skittles can be used to replace actual limes when consuming tequila.

If this discovery applies to you, I'm so very sorry.

[aside: you should hear Smofe & Smang: Live in Minneapolis by Mike Doughty (formerly of Soul Coughing). I'll be happy to burn you a copy. It's lyrical genius, I tells you.]