The gf has ordered me to inform everybody that "I am not the word of God" and also that I had my movies messed up and that it was Legally Blond that is the five star movie, and not The Wedding Planner. I wasn't even aware they were different movies, I just thought they were a continuation of one big shitty romantic comedy. Apparently I was mistaken.
So I am on my own tonigh, no furball, no gf, and in all likelihood, no dinner either. Damn. One night of bachelorhood midweek. One night to go out on the town, raise hell, sow the wild oats...
OK, so I'll probably play playstation all night and go to bed early. What of it?
Watched Say Anything last night for about the bazillionth time, and was struck, once again, by the fact that Ione Skye walks like a duck.
Thought about shaving my head last week, but I was a little worried about what I'd find. I was talking to a co-worker, and she said that she didn't know her husband was balding until he shaved his head. Now, I've already resolved to go bald with pride, and never resort to the comb-over, but how do you know when it's time to go bald? I mean, when does it switch from Receding Hairline to No Hairline?
Forecast for tonight:
%80 Champagne of Beers + PS2
%50 Champagne of Beers + Nappy Nap
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