OK. So my last post was 18 months ago... and absolutely nothing has changed except that I now own some actual furniture, pay more taxes and appear respectable to my new neighbors.
It's coming... any day now... soon... pretty soon... as soon as I reasonably can... just as soon as I'm a little more settled... I will rise up, cast off the petty trappings of comfortable existence and reclaim the vivacious, sexy, culturally astute life as a member of the young, edgy, creative, urban avant-garde.
And if it doesn't happen, then I'll just blame it on the trauma of turning 30. (Though I suppose my advise about a good lay applies at any age.)
Q
It's coming... any day now... soon... pretty soon... as soon as I reasonably can... just as soon as I'm a little more settled... I will rise up, cast off the petty trappings of comfortable existence and reclaim the vivacious, sexy, culturally astute life as a member of the young, edgy, creative, urban avant-garde.
And if it doesn't happen, then I'll just blame it on the trauma of turning 30. (Though I suppose my advise about a good lay applies at any age.)
Q