The sun will come out tomorrow. Or so says Weather.com. ba...ba....ba...bum. sigh.
Sometimes I think I've checked out of my own life.
The Social Network is over-advertised. I wanted to see it and now I want to boycott because it's pissing me off.
My stand-up show last night went pretty well. I had some seriously supportive friends come out, which was great! The audience needed a few hits of
I'm listening to the Nat King Cole Pandora station. At 12:30 am. On a Friday. When I'm moving in three weeks. Please tell me that this choice isn't regrettable. That's what you are. Just, regrettable, in every way. And forever more, that's how you'll stay (Yes. Shoot me).
I was thinking recently about some TV shows that I'd like to re-watch. Namely Undressed. It was soft-softcore porn for the sneaky, horny pre-teen. I used to watch it every chance I got, mostly while sneaking Tofutti tofu ice cream out of the freezer and pretending I was getting away with something. Also, Are You Afraid of the Dark? I can't even tell you how many times I used to ask my parents if I could put out a fire with sand. Just as a side note, do you remember how on Guts (probably Global Guts too), Mo would always be like, "...and remember, don't try this at home!"? I built an Agro Crag in my driveway. I was probably 7 years old and I collected the biggest rocks I could find and made a pile of them and attempted to climb them. I just went on ebay, by the way, to see if anyone was selling a "piece of the crag". They're not. I'd so buy that. They do have Legends of the Hidden Temple tee shirts though. Green Monkeys anyone?
If Justin Timberlake can overcome those days so can I.
Goodnight. If you've made it this far you deserve a knish.