I hope a famous sex columnist takes Rick Santorum’s name and makes it into an extremely crass internet joke that becomes the number one hit on Google.
March 2012
February 2012
I'd rather not.
I finally saw a Hunger Games preview
(I avoid movies from books, plus it’s coming out on my birthday and stealing my damn thunder.)
And, obviously, I burst into tears.
Pandemonium.
The good thing about there being a sick passenger at 72nd street is that your commute becomes 30 minutes longer and you get to finish Pandemonium, which is just as good as Delirium.
The bad news is that it takes you an hour and 20 minutes to get to the Bronx.
Pandemonium was auto-delivered to my kindle last night and I get to spend 2 hours today on the subway reading it.
So that’s nice.
I'm starting a new volunteer program today.
I’ve met the coordinator of this program and talked with her a few times, and she’s great, I’m just a little nervous as I’ve never been to this location and it’s pre-GED tutoring and I usually do GED tutoring. I’m sure it will be fine I just always get butterflies before new things.
Matt has been typing an email in bed next to me for the last 90 minutes.
I’m staying up with him in solidarity, or something. Also my book is getting very intense.
But also it’s 1:26 and I’m starting to get a little sleepy.
Why do we have to record new voicemail greetings when we get new phones?
Shouldn’t that shit be kept on the cloud or something? The idea that it’s recorded in a physical place in the phone seems so antiquated.
THERE IS NO BACON IN MY BACON GRILLED CHEESE.
