Nothing follows, and he didn't mean "what" or "who"; he asked simply "Why is God?"
Mr.Ptah, I bow to your genius.
PS: How does one pronounce your last name?
ANYWAY.
Tomorrow I am going to hang out with The Boy Who Juggles Fire (Tbwjf from here on out). And in preparation for that, I am doing what any superficial teenaged girl would do: freaking the fuck out about what I am going to wear.
We're just going to hang out. And by 'hang out' I mean 'not-quite-a-date-but-not-just-friendly-intentions' hanging out.
You see, therein lies the problem, because it's been quite a while since I've simply hung out with a guy. I know how to dress for a date. I know how to dress for hanging out with a guy who I've been dating for a few months and who knows what my hair looks like if I don't straighten it.
But I have seperated myself from both of those situations, and am now at a loss.
Ahhhh. To my collection of old Glamour and Cosmo issues I go...
Also! I feel the need to inform you all that Denver+sushi+Cassi=My Saturday. It was my Saturday last week too, and will probably be my Saturday next week...
:)
Oh goodness, the girl's at it again!
Julia
Every time I hear this, I remember the scene from Groundhog's Day where the overweight local drunk unknowingly inspires Bill Murray to go on an insane rampage that eventually results in him playing a game of chicken with a freight train.
ReplyDeleteI'll have to read the poem. Ha ha, just kidding, I would never read any poem you suggested to me. Ha ha, just kidding, of course I would. Ha ha, just kidding, no I hate you. Ha ha, just kidding, no I love you. Ha ha, just kidding, I don't love anyone because I'm a robot. Ha ha, I'm just kidding I'm not really a robot because robots can't eat Coco puffs.
Good luck with TBWJF.
What happened to the ritual sound effects at the ends of your posts? (Sad face.)
"Why can't caterpillars and ants be friends? One eats leaves and the other eats caterpillars. Oh, I see now." -Jack Handy