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And by thongs, I mean.. actually, fuck clarification! |
Slipped and fell onto the road not once, but twice. Impressively skinned myself the second time. Don't wear thongs in the rain, kids. |
Staying up late. Hello, New York! |
@amniisia: You and your awesome-music-photo-takings. |
@amniisia: What job you after? |
Skype meeting allows me to *see* the glory of @mroth's 80's gay pornstache. |
The dogs don't grok the doggy door in the new place, even though I managed to squeeze through it as a demonstration. |
Trying to catch up on tweets after one day offline, while they keep rolling in: not unlike trying to block a river with a single tissue. |
@blaix: Peanut buttnana = heart attack, but damn if my prostate won't be healthy for whomever nabs it when I die. |
@swoodie: I hate this part of the year, I think. Maybe I'm just a grouch, though. |
@shanand: Hey, no need to Getty fresh with me. |
Eating a banana coated in peanut butter. Taste sen-fucking-sation. |
Let's Getty this show on the road. |
@hotdogsladies: What happens when you run out of your head drugs? Oh wait, see: Internet. |
@revdancatt: You put her up to it, didn't you. |
@gruber: Sounds like you need a new femmebot. |
@sebchan: Today was fun, thanks for that! |
Went to a BBQ with George and other Real Grown Ups. Passed myself off as a reasonable facsimile of one. |
The agent told us an Irish couple was interested and wanted to know if that was a problem. Thing is, he was being serious. |
Spent the whole day at the Powerhouse Museum. The Commons. Six degrees of separation. Behind the scenes. Star Wars! George rocks. |
