p-u-m-a
think about it...
Paid 8 bucks last night to see Cuff the Duke, but then left before the band came on.
L-A-M-E. Say it. But I did get to hang out with Gus, fresh on my doorstep after a 26er of bourbon, who misses me, but who really came by for company while hoping to meet a girl at the eBar... What could I say- I've been there. Saw Hazel, who will send me a link to her Blog soon. Really.
MJ bought a bike, and msn'd to brag about it, er... to share the good news, I mean.
I hate MJ. Ok, no I don't.
Speaking of lust- here's what I've been craving under me since 1999- too bad I didn't buy it before the stock-market went south.
Jen wrote her comps at Berkeley the other day. My sympathies to all those writing do-or-die comprehensives that will either annihilate them academically and emotionally, or let them pass one more small milestone on the body-strewn road of academe. Am I allowed to write about the shingles, Jen? (this would be my sneaky technique to learn who's really reading this Blog...).
...dormant varicella-zoster virus- ew.
I'd rather say puma three times fast
