There wasn't an iota of sex in the entire film. None. There was some guy who, I'm convinced, considered himself Woody Allen, but no sex.
I'm convinced that my mother is avoiding me. I've called the house, her cell phone, and her work, and I've gotten no answer. I told her she's going to give me a complex.
Yeah. That'll learn her.
I was all set to do some crossword puzzles today, but I can't find them. I want to know who is coming over here and stealing my precious time-wasters.
My night at Mary's (our former cook) was enlightening. I had a really good time once the people I couldn't stand left. Seriously, I was there for maybe 20 minutes when my friend Stephanie and I decided we wouldn't be able to handle that crowd without a bit of alcohol. We ran off to the liquor store to purchase some really terrific alcohol (Boone's Farm. Because we're classy).
I can't stand most of those girls, mainly because they treat Mary like she's some sort of slave. I mean, here she is, cooking for us out of the goodness of her heart, and they're being bitchy, and acting like her questions to them, demonstrating genuine interest in their lives, were an inconvenience for them to answer. God, I hate people like that.
Um...I've run out of things to say.
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