Gotta be quick, as Mark is currently in a cab coming from the Philly airport en route to my apartment as I type... so we'll do the speedy bullets:
Went to see Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind at the googleplex last night with a beautiful boy. (Originally wanted to see Hellboy, but duh, I forgot that it doesn't open until tonight. No wonder why Fandango didn't have tickets.) It rocked entirely, and I think I need to see it again. I'd write up something about it, but I have no time, and why recreate the wheel, yo.
I used to be a really great tandem pinball player, but it seems like I've lost my touch. My specialty was playing lefty. Now my specialty is suck. :-)
Spent what felt like the whole day at the DMV getting a new license (my old one expires soon), trying to get the Malibu regsitered and titled and all that, yadda yadda, dealing with the insurance company, etc.
My insurance agent rules. Raleigh Collins, State Farm Guy, Philadelphia Pike, Wilmington. Go there. They rock!
I realized that I grossly overuse the word "actually."
When my dad came down today with my Uncle Bill to drop off the Malibu, I noticed my dad says "actually" a lot, too. Perhaps this is hereditary... kind of like the hip-replacement thing.
If you haven't gotten the steak and soba noodles at The Corner Bistro for dinner, you're missing out. I could eat that for the rest of my life and be nothing but glad.
For someone who currently owns two cars, I am rendered pretty much car-less for this weekend. I knocked the Lumina insurance down to the bare minimum, so I don't really want to drive that around if I don't have to. The Malibu has no tags yet because the DMV process was a little longer than expected and I didn't get everything done in time. Guh... having no car is not very convenient with an out-of-state visitor in town. Oh well, Mark will just have to drive the Mosk-truck, I suppose.
I'm hoping to catch On Golden Pond tomorrow night at the Drama League. I wanna see Georgie kick arse. She is such a killer actor. Man!
I have absolutely no food in my house, other than Trader Joe's sad, pathetic, loser excuse for salsa. I asked Jerm to pick some up for me the other day, so either Mosk picked up the wrong thing, or TJ's has totally pooped the bed and changed their magical formula to something so far from the original that it upsets me that they even consider calling it by the same name. So tonight before Mark and I hit the Melting Pot, we're gonna hit the TJ's and see what's what. Oh Trader Joe's... you think you can take your salsa away from me... you are sadly mistaken, my dear store. "The mother of all wars has begun! The streets will flow with the blood of the non-believers!"
There's an Accenture job opening in Texas for what I do. They want the candidate to live in Texas. I'm gonna try to swindle them into letting me live here and work from home, and just travel there one week per month or so. Hmmm.
I think I could learn a lot in three months.
or... a ninja
Today's Spam Poetry:
supplants assemble Cyril-designed herbs,