Wrote a whole entry, posted, and there was some kind of connection problem. All gone!
Recap:
Electric Six was great. A boy humped my back. That wasn’t so great.
I have Synthesizer so stuck in my head. CURSE YOU, MAD WHISTLER!
I own five PS2 games now. Journey to manhood: Complete.
Today:
Gazette Photos + The Graduate
——> Arlington!
DJ photos + Election
Annual Report + Ed Wood
——> McLean!
——> Who knows!*
* Who knows is probably “sitting in my back yard with a lamp and reading Dearly Devoted Dexter.” But I’m open to suggestions.
I have decided to not do a great job on the Annual Report.
Today’s conversation:
AMY: “So, the guy is moving in on the 15th, when you move out.”
DOUG: “No, he’s not.”
AMY: “What?”
DOUG: “No, he’s not. I’m living here until the 31st.”
AMY: “But-”
DOUG: “I paid through the month.”
AMY: “Well. I guess he’s going to sleep on the couch up here, then?”
DOUG: “I guess so.”
AMY: “Quy said she talked to you about this.”
DOUG: “She did not.”
The internet forces me to think about Nothing But People too much. I’m looking forward to quarantining to my room.
Uploading stuff to Flickr now. These photos are more “in my style” than ever, and I’m pretty unhappy about it. Although, I suppose “sparse” is what you get when you’re on a runway all morning.
Off I go: To The Office!
PS: I’m ashamed
ASHAMED
of how much I’m enjoying Dearly Devoted Dexter. I wish this movie would end so I could read it.
I sure like Dexter. A bunch.
ANOTHER PS: Scanning Dodge Jackson photos. The best one of my action scene, tragically, is one that I appear to be MINCING in. I hope that’s not in the final movie. I look like some kind of stereotypical French waiter.
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