Ask me again why I relate so well to Ted.
Will someone explain to me why it always smells like sour milk when I walk past the Ezra Gillis Building? Every single morning. Every day. Of my life.
Every.
Day.
Sour.
Milk.
I hate Lextran. I swear to God, if one of their bus drivers tries to run me over one more time, I'll go fuckin' apeshit up in here.
So, here it is, Friday night, and because I have nothing better to do, I think I'll drink.
I need some friends.
And a life.
Remember that really old song that goes, "I need a lover that won't drive me crazy"?
I need one of those, too.
And some cheese.
And some money.
But mainly, I need some friends.
La.
My apologies and a farewell??? - 2005-10-20
It should be Friday somewhere. - 2005-10-03
It's Friday again! - 2005-10-01
Amendment to previous entry... - 2005-09-26
Longer than I intended. It's to tide you over for another week. - 2005-09-23