Alright...
It's Friday. Worked all week. Not much to say. Hey it's a living and I'm legal.
As I type this, I would love to listen to my XM radio, but no reception in the
apt (the one downer of moving).
Hey Clem, how's the commute to work?
It's public transportation... Crowded bus--everyone smells and has a shitty
morning attitude. Of course, Ms. Fat Ass has to sit next to me every time I
might get a seat.Get off the bus, make the mad dash to the train (with 10 seconds to spare). Hope a get a sea or at least not have to sit next bunch of commuters with all the charm of a teamster with out a contract.
By golly, Clem -- gone shopping lately?
Went to To Old Navy, cute stuff tired of hibernating in the same damn shirts and jeans.
Bring on the spring... I welcome the return of Fancy Clementine.
Gee willikers, Clem -- did your brother just get hitched?
Yup... thanks for telling me Quentin--nothing like finding out weeks later from your mom; that makes you feel in the inner circle.
And last, but not least, check out the new article in the New York Magazine
''Forever Youngish - Why Nobody Wants To Be An Adult Anymore".
Ha ha... cover story on indie yuppies (sorry--grups) and there, brethren...
OOH LA LA.
'Bye.
