May 9th, 2002

(no subject)

"I feel the need to write something profoung here."
"But honey you know that aint gonna happen."

Tonight I must prepare for tomorrow, Mathew, I'm going to look like an idiot with a tux, cape, cane and glasses.

It has been a long hot(damn this building) day where I am and I will be greatful when I depart for the weekend(in about 5 minutes or so). Tonight I have the joy that is Buffy and Angel.

Now could someone please tell me why I'm typing this with a drink stirer.