In a world where meteorites don't give us superpowers, alien babies are our only recourse.
Did you hear this sentence in your head in that movie preview guy's voice?
Ha ha ha. I do NOW.
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In a world where meteorites don't give us superpowers, alien babies are our only recourse.
Did you hear this sentence in your head in that movie preview guy's voice?
Ha ha ha. I do NOW.
Cutie Ryan.
I just took a walk into Georgetown. Got Lush stuff and books, then walked back along the river, which was pretty, though crowded with people playing loud music on boats. Also while walking, I spotted a crewcut blond guy in a Jeep with radio blasting "Gold Dust Woman" by Fleetwood Mac.
I have made it to SF. However our gate is occupied and we can't pull up to it. My next flight is scheduled to leave in 11 minutes.
Yep. Flight is gone. Now in what I estimate to be a 1 to 2 hour long line for the customer service desk.
Dude. That blows.
We just went up to the gay pride festival (held in my AWESOME neighborhood) and got caught in a downpour, whereupon we took refuge in a pavillion/gazebo with hoardes of GLBTQ folk. The Cincy Men's Chorus was in the gazebo with us, and promptly started singing "Yellow Submarine," followed by "It's Raining Men."
I love my neighborhood.
Teppy is clearly having a much better day than Drew. Poor Drew.
Tom Baker, with his goofiness that can whipsaw to highly dangerous in a moment. Too bad he was saddled with Sarah Jane.
I don't think they went that far, I think they were just good friends.
I am now booked on a flight back to Burbank where Kristin will pick me up and give me a ride back to LAX so that I can catch a red eye on Delta at 10 PM. I'm supposed to be flying United.
What a clusterfuck, ND.