2:43 p.m. - 2005-03-26
Still kicking.
Dear Little Hermetically-Sealed Snack Cups of Orange Slices,
Keep it up, fuckers. Not kidding. I've about had it with being sprayed with lite syrup every single time I open one of you.
This is your final warning.
sarkasmo
In other news, you'll never guess where we're going tonight.
Guess.
Okay, a hint: it starts with a D, and ends with -uran Duran concert. Like, gnarly to the max. AND AND AND! Last week, I emailed a friend from elementary school whose first and greatest love was Duran Duran (John Taylor, to be specific), and - no big surprise here, really - she already had tickets and is meeting another elementary school friend there.
The concert is in a seedy part of town (namely, downtown Cincinnati), but we're hoping to meet up for drinks or dinner or something before the show.
Also, I recently got a new cell phone. I didn't tell you guys about it because I was being lazy and not updating. But see, I always wanted a flip phone, because Scully and Mulder looked way cooler when they talked on flip phones.
Okay, that's not the real reason, but you can't deny that, either.
So even though my other cell phone (Gordon) worked fine, he just wasn't flippy enough, and had to be replaced with a camera flip-phone. Gordon still works great as an alarm clock, though. I haven't named the new phone, yet.
I can honestly say that I'm out of news now.
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