Me me me

It's been a slow day. No eggings or other acts of ghetto beligerance. Yet. Other than having fantastically screwing up my tax return, there's really nothing amusing to report. Except this. This makes me smile (unless it's the first thing I see in the morning).

Maybe I'll have more for you later. In the meantime, I've got a billion cells to cut and paste. What I'd really like to know is... how are you? Sorry, I've really been meaning to ask. It's not that I don't care, it's just that, well, I guess I've been kinda wrapped up in my own sad little word. I truly do care how you are. Seriously. So, how's work? How's the dog? Are you in like? Love? Dire straits? Depeche Mode? What's the latest on your swishy cousin? Have you read The World According to Garp yet (no, the movie does not count)? Pick up any new ringtones? Anybody make it on to or off of your shitlist this week? Do tell!

Don't make me beg, people. See that little #2 pencil down there? ----> hit that bad boy and let it allll out. =)