looks like a baby rat

I think the new design is facebook leaping over the shark and impaling itself on the fin. I know everyone has complained about old changes, but the problem with this interface is that it provides less information for prying eyes.

It's putting a cramp in my creeping.

Stella McCartney used to have the best music in her shows, like Lindsay Lohan's Revenge and sweet M.I.A tracks before anyone else. Now it's all lurid clubhaus remixes and my source is bankrupt.

I may have had drinks after work and kept drinking while watching The City (finale), the after show because W. Port called in AND new Gossip Girl. On my way home I thought it would be high-larious to score 7/11 chicken and Women's Health. I don't know if you noticed but The City soundtrack this episode was entirely apparently bomb 80's remixes and I would buy that album in two seconds if someone would compile it for me. And it featured DVF as the fairy godmother of hapless reality tv stars. Woah. GG was worth the wait and in the final scene before anything was evident I may have been fist pumping, downing gin alone to drown the chicken, and yelling "chuck, chuck, chuck" in my living room.

I saw this four foot kid on the pay phone by my house who was like "yeah, wrong answer bitch, you want this" and hit the phone repeatedly against the booth before resuming "you get down on your f-ing knees and you beg, on your KNEES." Junior high threats are apparently at a whole new level in South Central.

In our third police interaction of the year I called back a number assuming it was for the file on which I'm a witness only to find out my roommate's deadbeat ex tenant called the cops to GET HIS FIREARMS LICENSE FROM US. For his, uh, job. We don't have this license because we mark all his mail "return to sender" including the monthly letters from the casino Players Club (assumed rent alternative), but I'm glad to know that even if he never paid rent and he let his dog crap all over her carpet he obeys the rules as far as lawful gun use.

The earlier post was a reference to finding out several of my amigos are, probably unknowingly, friends with a murderer fugitive. Not kidding, but google tells no lies and lets just say I have a new news alert.

And I have new nerd glasses that are like kryptonite. Baaaam.

This entry has been so TMI. That's what happens when you stop drinking and start again.