themonarch

Back to work. Production fun. Free food, lots of laughs. Tis the life of the sitcom writer.

Holy cow. Wedding madness. Such a good time. My sister looked incredible, everything went flawlessly... just amazing.
Of course the thing that always happens when I go to the East Coast happened again. I met the most amazing gal. One of my sister's bride's maids. Sweet, incredibly beautiful and a body that you'd die for.
Why is that always the way? I know many of...
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Weekends. Lesbians. Car waxing. Night out with the girly crew.

Moving is done! Party was awesome.
Pics of the new place coming soon.

Again I say, where are all the OG SGs going? India's gone now, too.

Moving day. Our movers showed up and they're like sixty years old. Yikes!

Okay, I was watching TV tonight and I see an ad for "Restless Leg Syndrome."
I'm serious, no joke, it's a real commercian campaign.
Some drug company dreamt up this shit.
I mean, sure it's annoying when someone's shaking their leg all the time nervously, but calling it a syndrome, come on!
If it wasn't for valium and all the other yummies they put out,...
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Got the writing gig, whoo-hoo!

I don't know what's wrong with me. Lately I'm like a frickin' monkey. Can't keep my hands off myself or others for that matter.
Maybe it's because I've been hitting the gym a lot lately. Got the testosterone levels up in my body. Who knows? All I know is it's hard to hide a raging boner at work.

Go Socks!
Socks are in it again. Crazy end of the season.
Playoffs start today. Not sure if we have the pitching, but somehow we've gotten this far.

Wine.
Good ole grapes of wrath.
Can't get enough of the good stuff.
Drinking some Merlot at the moment.
Yum.