have you ever tried it that way?

I swear, I heard some song in the cab on the way home tonight that said , "I hate my treadmill every day/ I hate the way they talk to me" Whoa. That bitch is crazy.

So I went out to the R Bar, and there were comedians, and we got seats so we were too close to the action, so it was like they were talking to us, and that scares me. Also, there was a lady named Jane who sang a song about her hot intern. It was strange in that when people would say "Jane" I would be like "What?" but it also reminded me of Hot Son, the hot son of the landlord who is totally all hot. And 21. Which would be less sick and wrong if he hadn't been 14 when I moved in. Oh well.

In other news, Dollie has a hot date tomorrow. Which is awesome, but let's bring it back to me, shall we? Yes. So, where is my hot date? Maybe part of it is that I am always home and who is here but El Fano and sometimes I get to see Hot Son, and we've already established how wrong that is. But man, the hot dates of life, they are passing me by. It is sad.

Wait until I become a DJ for lesbians. Then I will have all the hot dates I can handle. Oh wait, I would have to be a lesbian to really take advantage of that situation, wouldn't I? Fooled again. Speaking of lesbians, one time I will tell you my fun funny fun Meow Mix story involving Suede. And how I guess everyone can tell I am not a lesbian. Good times.

In more pressing news, I had three delighful beers and am totally all gone. It is time for sleeping, indeed.