So, some randomness, because I cannot handle anything more.
Someone in my building in Brooklyn owns a bright yellow Lamborghini. My building (which is huge, 23 stories and many, many apartments) has its own parking lot - apparantely Mr. Lamborghini has rented TWO parking spots so that he can comfortable park his car with less risk of someone opening a door into it.
OK, really. I live in middle-class neighborhood. Some places lower middle-class, not too many upper middle-class, definetely not an upper-affluence kind of place.
What the fuck are you doing with a Lamborghini in Brighton Beach, Brooklyn???
Putz.
Saw the 25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee last night on Broadway. Great, histerical show. Loved loved loved it! And I especially loved the rare social time it allowed. This week has been nothing but work, eat, sleep. (ok, a little masturbation thrown in for good measure.)
So now it is Friday. More work, more work. Help entertain me! Keep my eyes alert and smiling! Watch as I the comment whore throw myself at the legion of LJ denizens, desperate for happy/cool/dirty thoughts and words! Help me live!
- Current Mood:
crazy
Comments
*what a wonderful, evil grin you have on your face. i wonder what you're thinking.*
On entirely different news, turns out Boston's swan lovers are both female. whee!
So glad you liked Spelling Bee. I thought it was such a fun show. The audience participation really does work in a way it usually doesn't, too. You needed a good,fun time, glad you had it.
I want to see it again, and I figure the potential opportunity for new lines makes that even more attractive.
If you go again and find a decent discount (and want some company) let me know...
Did you have the cow lines?
however, i do have things i need to talk to you about re:september, so maybe i'll just email you. :)
I wanted purple and blue but someone else already had it.
Instead they gave me purple and green.
They told me and I burst out laughing.
Couldn't stop thinking about you.
Miss you lots....
*hugs*
2nd reaction - Like I said. A putz.
I didn't know jerking off could be used for measurement. Measurement of what?
It's like owning a greyhound in a city apartment.
Shame you couldn't have been in Tel Aviv ... lots of scantily clad boys and girls with bare feet! You'd have loved it.