| March 25th 2010, 7.12 PM EDT |
[Thursday
March 25th, 2010 at 12:22pm] |
Guess who scored courtside tickets for an upcoming NBA match?
Not me. However, I have a widescreen tv, a fridge and all mod cons - you guys bring beer and I'll see about rustling up some courtside beauties. Just like the real thing without having to fight to go the head. And by guys I mean you Warner and Marshall.
Bring beer. I've got food covered - nachos, popcorn and 'dogs. |
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[Thursday
March 11th, 2010 at 8:16pm] |
Dear Cell Phone Provider,
Phoning me at 5 am in the SODDING morning - a Thursday morning when I have class to teach is not the best way to get me to take up a new tarriff.
So, sorry. I don't care how shiny your offers are - or how much you bribe me with theatre tickets and other alluring offers. I need my sleep. Its not me, its you. We're over.
No love,
Me.
In other news, I have a new number. And phone. I threw my phone in the direction of the couch and it got waylaid by the wall. Give me your numbers?
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[Sunday
February 14th, 2010 at 5:03pm] |
I have a stack of papers to finish grading, the makings for pizza and ESPN on in the background. What a way to spend the 14th of February.
Private to Close Friends
I wonder how many broken hearted women will be crying into their overpriced cocktails tonight? I'm going to hit the Upper West Side and see how many minds I can change.
Whos coming with me?
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