on professing love after one date:

WHOA BUDDY... whoa. no. nononono.

i'm through being cool

it's time to show those evil spuds what's what.

-c

my favorite new factoid

Debbie Harry was 31 when Blondie formed.


Thank you Popup Videos! You have given me hope for the fortune and fame that I had previously given up on.

Punk Rock.

"I'll Be Better Next Time"

I have been very, very busy filling out a detailed post-visit survey about Colonial Williamsburg, writing to Frito-Lay about the deading of what may be the best salsa ever shelved, perfecting the all-purpose voicemail message with socs (why isn't there a 'k' in socs?), paper macheing receipts to our furniture, and caring about the Wyeth article in Philadelphia Magazine for the past few days. Way too busy to deal with, you know, actual life.


More Later, Probably.

-dr. honey

Eh?

How the fuck did we get listed on this? Zero fans, so gay.

Also, I think I have a texting problem. It's barely noon and since the beginning of the day today, 1am, I've already sent 25 texts. Is that normal? I was texting multiple people on the east coast around 8am while I was literally still half asleep in bed. Am I going to get sued for textual harassment? Anyway, I'm writing this because one of the incoming texts was about BWM (hi Socsy) and she said "Post something." so I was like "Eh, I guess I'll post about all these text messages, that's kind of meta since right now I'm texting about posting." Then I was like "Oh maybe it would be funny to post all the outgoing texts out of contexts (no pun intended)" (yes, I ruminate in parentheses- how obnoxious is that?) but after reviewing them, the outgoing texts, I came to realize that I come off like either a crazy person or a complete retard sometimes. Why didn't anyone tell me? Sometimes feeble attempts at dry, wry, or self deprecating humor do not go well with the art of texting. Drinking too. Don't drink and text, kids. I'm speaking from too much experience here. So, yeah. Fuck that. I'm not going to share my failures with you ingrates- even though it would probably be a lot funnier (in the laughing at me not with me way) than what I'm writing now, and it might be more interesting than this weirdo technorati link that I found when I searched for "iamartblahg", but I'm selfish and I refuse to give it up (for a change ha-chacha)... Yeah, now I'm just saying a bunch of shit. Maybe there's a reason I don't post anymore...

-crimmers

p.s. Ok, I'll give it up a little. Here's my last outgoing text just for good measure "No, but I was big into handball... Yeah, I'm dry". What?