…whenever I’m in New York city to not sleep with any gay 40-year old males.
Also, it’s raining. Here. In New Mexico. And it has been for a few days now. I bet you don’t get crazy stuff like water falling from the sky in Washington (which, I just found out was admitted to the union the year after my college opened).
Oh, and what’s the deal with women? Is there some way to stop chasing them permanently (that doesn’t require pain– especially to the groinage)? Grra!! Forget this. I’m becoming a hermit. I’ll only come out to blog, write crazy-ass viewspapers, go to school, see people, and live my life. Other than that, nothing!
That’s how serious I am.
p.s. it’s 35 degrees in Waterville.
p.p.s. There’s a friggin’ Waterville now? What’s next, Riverside?
p.p.p.s. I’m not, nor have I ever been, funny. I understand this now.
p.p.p.p.s. Wanna buy my sitcom? (this only applies to major television executives)
