Tuesday, August 22, 2006
Tuesday mornin' comin' down....and a personals ad
I'm thinking of telling people I've taken up boxing. Because it's much cooler than "two labs smashed my face into the floor." The bright side is that this bruised bridge will match my eye makeup for the Hardin Sweaty show tonight. No one will notice.
Of course the moment I begin to fall truly, madly, messily in love with Scrubs, Zach Braff announces that he's leaving the show to work exclusively in film. *sigh*
As the school year creeps stealthily upon us, I find myself falling back into the every-fall habit of talking about shit no one cares about but me. The blog might be boring for a bit, babies. I'm short-sighted and self-absorbed, so I refuse to entertain you at the expense of my own angst. Tongue firmly in cheek. Sort of.
On the subject of shit no one cares about: the paper is tipping over the the halfway point. I shall overcome!
Since I might as well try to make you giggle with my sardonic wit, I give you a personals ad as I imagine I would write one...
SWF seeks non-douchebag who enjoys intellectual endeavors, reading, loud music, silliness, crass humor, cursing, food adventures, travel, and existential thought. The bi-curious, retarded (completely subjective), co-dependent, spineless, asexual, and he-mannish need not apply. Preferential treatment given to the tall, artistic, hilarious, and well-endowed among you. Let's get together--make each other pee a little from laughing too hard.
Listening: "Warning Sign"...Coldplay