Wine in Napa is good. My family's brand-spanking new 55" LCD is better. No. I lie. Wine in Napa is better. But I just connected my cable router to our television and now my iMac is a neat little media server for it. uTorrent to the rescue.
About the Rilo Kiley reference... Yes, it's like any drug, it staves off the suffering in spurts. But, slap, get a grip buster! You're just going to get hooked on being a sucker, and listen to me mate, that's not a good look on you. It just doesn't go with your stilts.
Okay, so the little blonde-haired girl must have moved because I haven't seen her in 3 weeks or so. I did, however, meet a raven-haired beauty at a wedding last weekend. She apparently was in my grade but I swear I never laid eyes on her before. Until now.
She says she lost 12 pounds so maybe she wasn't svelte in school and so not visibile on my radar, but now? I'm a subscriber to the school of Vivian. We drank champagne and danced all night. She was a good time, but I don't imagine I'll see her again.
So, I've probably mentioned a friend of mine called Karla? Well, she's making me feel really uncomfortable at the moment. Like. Really. I don't know if she's playing or what, but she tells me that she thinks she's in love with me. Ew. I mean, she's a loyal friend and all, but what the fcuk? Lesbians suck.
You know how some people think that it's impossible for girls and guys to be friends, well, when it comes to lesbians, is it impossible for two gay girls to be friends?
In any event, I'm hoping to come back to NYC in June, so put on your good stilt paints and let's make a date to go gallavanting and sangria swilling in the summer sun!
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