Laptops vs. lapdogs
I was awoken at the ripe hour of 7:00 this morning to someone blaring Kelly Clarkson in their bathroom, the acoustics thus amplifying the American Idol’s award-winning voice. Now, I love me some KC, but not in the AM. Nothing sounds good but nothing in the AM. Although I do have to say that "Will & Grace" is for some reason much more bearable in the morning than it is at night. But I guess anything looks good after you’ve come out of the long, dark tunnel of REM sleep.
In other apartment news, Ming Na tells me the other night that he’s in fact staying through August. Uhh, pull it together Pikachu! They’s a big difference between two weeks and a month and a half.
Do those who boast of family values and family programming realize that to make a family you have to fuck?
Once when I was little, I was playing video games at a friend’s house and said, "Oh, I died" when my character was killed. The friend’s mother said, "Josh, we don’t use that word in this house." So, what did she expect me to say? "I lost a life" or "My life ended"? That sounds soo much worse, doncha know.
