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How to waste a day off

Spending this portion of the legendary day off in the Flannel Pants of Ultimate Comfort™. And after lamenting the sex-saturated culture, I've proceeded to watch "reality" dating television. Why? Because I'm an idiot.

(But this one is in Seattle, at a restaurant I've been to many times. Forgivable, no?)

One of my window blinds broke as I stumbled the house in insomniac stupor around 3:30. It now dangles diagonally, and I'm sure there's no way to get it replaced before the weekend. Oh, the hardship of domestic life.

Tasks: laundry, dishes, arranging Sunday volunteers.

Possible diversions: this silly dating show, coffee, reading, and writing at Victrola, a Tennis Pro show at Coffee Messiah this evening, or just stay in and be a lump.


Ladies' choice...whichever you prefer. I'm everywhere.
I think you spell that 'laydeez'. I have AIM, but its not letting me sign on for some reason...


Well, if you get on, message "Baron Banzai." Don't laugh.
I actually did and I'm chatting with your buddy Jeremy right now. I will in a bit! :)
And I won't laugh if you don't laugh at himynamezluca (painful)
Oh, you know what I want to ask...
what's my sign?
Do you live on the second floor?
(slaps my head)
You live upstairs from me...yes, I think I've seen you before.
are there 99 red balloons where you live, or is that another song?
We're going to get along just fine.
Aaaaaaaaa ... CHOO!!
bless you. :)