A male friend and I have decided to standardize the initial days of dating, to make the rules set, based on mathematical and statistical and other assorted -ical calculations, so that one need not wait in anguish for a call or an email or a first kiss. I would have diagrammed it all pretty like, [...]
Category Archives: ranting
I’ll tell you the story of my frigid apartment another time. For now, we’ll have to go with this.
02.07.07 –
I clearly need more to do on Friday nights than be mean to reindeer, even wussy ones
12.12.06 –
Penned 12/8/2006 . . . this is just the first half hour. I’ll post the rest if anyone really needs more of this.I’m home. Flight was tolerable given my Jack and Coke. I always wonder why the flight attendant looks at a woman so strangely when she orders such a drink. Anyhoo, I’m in for [...]
Bored at the Awards
08.28.06 –
Meh. These awards shows are getting more and more sterile, more and more formulaic as the years go by. Why must everything be done by the book? We get it, already. There’s a pre-show, there are ugly and there are pretty dresses, there is a tribute to a dead man, one to a live man, [...]