Next week will be better, I promise.
I’m pregnant now.
adam, get a job. it’s bad enough that your lack of employment is an indicator for my future lack of employment, but it’s a true sign that you’re stir-crazy when you have nothing better to do than to contemplate making one of your former residents into a cereal.
also, mike-o’s is more preferable in my mind. rolls off the tongue.
Wow, I just posted a personal ad on Trenchant.
hm. yeah. i’m watching it now(!) and i feel your need of the pants, mike. i feel you.
they also don’t credit you for the nomenclature. Fuck the wallstreet journal.
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