16!
(that's the low for tonight. What are the other numbers pointing to? Yes, I'm not tracking well tonight. Chocolate fume high maye?)
21 now.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, nail polish, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
16!
(that's the low for tonight. What are the other numbers pointing to? Yes, I'm not tracking well tonight. Chocolate fume high maye?)
21 now.
I posted it on Facebook!
Thanks, you guys!
I'm following via RSS (does that show up as following? I don't have nor want a tumblr account), but I haven't publicised. Pretty sure I would just be telling us, anyway.
You sure, -t? I have three. They're very comfy.
Pretty sure. I think I might have crossed some invisible curmudgeon line with all the variations on blogging. I hardly tweet, how could I . . . I don't even know what the associated verb is for tumblr.
You don't need one! You're better off.
I texted today. For maybe the first time ever.
It puts the things...you know, the things...together in one place.
Of course, I follow all of 6 tumblrs, and half of those are all Tom Hardy all the time, so what do I know?
Ryan Reynolds is single!
And there's a kid named Booboo. He's kinda pretty. He should call me in a couple years.
serial:
For maybe the first time ever.
WTF? Which reminds me, I owe Colin a text. Oops.
I'm watching Jumper. I don't know why, and I don't know what's up with Samuel Jackson's hair.