My cell phone has not the ability to create umlauts. Uncool!
My drinking buddy just hooked me up with a free ticket 4 Spoon. Sweet!
I stagger forth into the humid eve, lightning fills the western sky, and I feel happy. Ah, the simple pleasures.
Fuck, dude, whatevs. Words of wisdom in an uncertain world.
Am I unreasonable for getting peeved over ignored text messages? I think not, cuz it takes 2 secs. Anyway, I purged her #. 2009 is, um, interesting. Right?
If you really work at it, you too can send sarcastic and ironic texts. I have faith in you.
For the 6th time ever, I knocked the 8 ball in on the break. First shot of the night. Awesome!
I love when friends call me with a story about a George Clinton and P Funk show that would make Ford Prefect proud.
Today is my 10 year anniversary in Austin. And hope, thank Bob, does spring eternal. The dark days make the bright seem brighter.
I am a bag of broken glass. Resonance from The Mote in God*s Eye.