Also, I have a local number. I might give it to you if you're nice, although chances are, if I wanted you to have it, you would have it already.
I watched the series premiere of The L Word tonight on Showtime, which is essentially a QAF for our lesbian friends. It was relaly interesting, although just about every woman on that show had tiny boobs. Little itty-bitty tats. Like tic tacs. That gets a check minus.
Matt and I decided to venture out (once again) to the porn store, but the one we usually frequent was closed (does a porn store close on the sabbath? Sorry, no pussy for me today. I'm koser). Instead, we visited the store across the street, which is a much shadier establishment, I'm here to tell you. We had to wait around for a good 30 minutes to make our obscene purchases because their cash register wasn't working properly.
I feel so dirty. Maybe I should go wash up.
Oh! Dear Sarah,
We tried to go to your website. Of course, I use "we" as the "Royal we" meaning "me and my cat." But I must have the wrong address. And quite honestly, I need that web address! Because I need more things to do while pissing around at work. So, sign my guestbook and leave me the proper address, dammit!
That is all. You are dismissed.
Fin.
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