Wha?
For those of you who have been wondering about my whereabouts, this place actually gives me work. I mean, nothing too challenging but damn. I mean, really? I have blogs to write and gossip to catch up on.
In other news, it's day 3 of me needing to wake my dog only to have him curl up and go back to sleep as I get dressed before the walk. Then I have to get him up again, and he just shakes it out and puts on a happy face but the SECOND we're back in the house he acts like we've run the marathon.
Oh Jesse, I'm sorry I've taken so much out of you. But do me this one favor: before you curl up on my bed, could you not rub it in by a. walking about and causing that comforting 'creak' noise and b. refrain from pleasureably scratching at the spot on which you will eventually flop. And I could do without the satisfied sigh as well.
Jerk.
In other news, I did my own taxes!
posted by Tempy @ 9:24 AM
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A propos of absolutely nothing, here is a good response from Dan Savage to a question in his column this week.
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Between 90 and 95 percent of people in bars and clubs on any given night have no idea what they're supposed to do or how to meet people. Which is why most people go to bars and clubs with their friends, i.e., girls with packs of girls, guys with packs of guys. By going to bars and clubs with people you already know and like—your posse or your peeps or your entourage or whatever you wanna call the people you'll never see again after you're married—you'll not only have a good time, FF, but more importantly, you'll be seen having a good time. And that, my ex-Christian friend, is the secret to success in the bar and club scene.
That and money. And blow. And looks. Good luck.
FF? Am I not cool? Fast Forward?
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