Every Sunday night is the same. After watching Grey's Anatomy with the roommates, I turn off the television and say these 8 words:
"I don't want to go to work tomorrow!"
It's my mantra and I'm sticking to it.
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A sometimes optimist, sometimes realist, ever-perplexed observer of true reality and the way she perceives it.
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Jessica,
You did *not* watch Greys Anatomy last night. You're perpetrating some kind of sick cosmic lie. That film is never watched by two or more households in the world simultaneously. It's a formal physical law, it's like lightning striking twice, or trying to use one of those stereo splitters to share music on an ipod - it just doesn't work! So, since *I* was watching Greys Anatomy last night, either you ma'm are lying, OR there exists some hidden corrollary to the rule, about if both parties had just been to an Ahmad Jamal concert, those being circumstances sufficiently perveted enough to sustain paranormal Spalding Gray tele-energy during the same evening. (Was it on TV or something?) Either way, it's still a little creepy. I'm gonna go take a cold shower now.
By the wayside, you can check out my one and only public display of self-vainglorification here :
http://iglooblues.blogspot.com
But I have to insist, it's not a blog! It's a single purpose photo journal in blog form. In other words, it's not, you know, for the rabble.
Take care,
-Bill
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