badronald

Virus.

That was the funniest shit I've read in ages! I was laughing so hard, everyone in my apartment came over to find out what I was freaking out about. I want that guy's job.

Oh, and Seth Green, while funny as hell, isn't what I'd call a sex symbol. I would probably do him, however, only because he has freckles. Freckles are like the kryptonite to my chastity belt. If I wore a chastity belt, that is.

Are you on an English kick, perhaps?

He he yeh Yob is good ut my mate called me a dork recently and i hadn't heard that for ages i enjoyed it! Maye we could try and bring back twerp too thats another gooden!
Thankyou for your comment i really appreciated the encouragement
xxx

I didn't even know about the Jan Wongerama until today. Shows how untopical my life is at the moment.

Hardly.

Have you ever paid someone for sex?

How could you even think about exposing yourself to Dengue Fever without the care and attention of a nurse?

A) Odd conversation for an odd day.

B) I actually bet you do like knowing.

C) I had a splendid day.

That's true. Dick Cheney also apparently mistakes humans for birds, which is almost scarier.

You have a secretary who's older than you are who gets ass-fucked?! DAMN!!

Um... who?

It will either be profoundly amazing or profoundly disappointing. Either way, unmissable.


BTW, The Hold Steady -- October 29th
In Ottawa

Wow. Have you considered joining the tourist board? They've been having trouble articulating the city's value proposition.

Quasi-subliminal? No way. Here is some non-subliminal advertising: DRINK MORE MOCHA!

Just kidding; I actually don't give a fuck if anyone ever comes into Starbucks. And, in fact, I'd rather prefer that they didn't. It'd be nicer if they bought from non-chain, local places with personality.

Definitely.

She put her mouth around a difficult question: Sushi? Aren't you one of those anti-sea types?

Yeah, but I asked for stories in that particular entry, and you didn't give me one, hence my comment. It's nice to know that you're actually reading my entries.

Okay, fine. It's the hair too.

I live on Iberville, a.k.a., Rosemont Drag Strip, so every day sounds like F1 to me.

The Stooges make me hot; that Dears vynil you described makes me quiver. Money well spent, m'dear.

Are you suggesting that I am fibbing about Fugdsicles?

That is probably true. But that makes it even weirder that he would do something like pay my phone bill for me. Or waste his time with me at all when he could just hire a prostitute. Then again, I guess I'm cheaper than a hooker, if you want to look at it that way... obviously I should be demanding more expensive dinners.

new?

a te plat de croire que c'est ta faute?